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Belgian writer of stories inspired by Flemish folklore. Loves spooky woods, fairies, selkies, poetry and pretty shoes :-) BookWormSat with Rachel Deering.🖤 OUT NOW: Flemish Folktales Retold. signemaene.com/links/
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I like that dress even more now! :-)
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Thank you!
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Thank you! I'm so happy that you're enjoying it! 🖤 That means a lot!
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I have to do that too!
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That would be wonderful!
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I agree! Quite an amazing dog!
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Thank you! Glad you like it. :-)
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Aw, Tintin!
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Aw, thank you!
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I will never forget either. I always feel incredibly sad visiting these cemeteries. Realising that behind every name there's a person is just... I have no words.
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That's why there's another memorial at Tyne Cot Cemetery. Pictured here are the graves of the more than 11 000 people who rest here.
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3/3 The bystanders were lifted into the air by the wind and dragged through hedges and bushes. As is the case in many of these tales, thorns cut into their flesh, and they arrived home bloodied and scratched.
Passage from The Witches of Flemish Folklore.
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2/3 The cats who were meowing and screeching in the trees spotted them and the feast stopped.
The magical beings who had gathered all shouted Flanders’s favourite spell in unison: door heggen en hagen, through hedges and bushes.
🎨Arthur Rackham
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Thank you! I'm glad you like it! :-)
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Thank you for sharing your beautiful words with the world, dearest Rachel. 💙
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🐦💙
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Thank you! I'm still a beginner, but sewing complex dresses is what I eventually would like to do. It's so wonderful that you can sew those! 🖤
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I love this poem so much, too. 🦢
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😅😅
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Oooh! That's an interesting dream! Good to know that they fortunately don't 'blow the lights out' in dreams.
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3/3 At some point, the Alvermannekes got so sick of humanity that they decided to leave these lands. In other versions, they left because they were heathens and could no longer stand the sound of church bells.
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2/3 These hard-working beings would then either blow out the light in the spy's eyes, or drag them to a hole deep underground and leave them there.