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‘I was hiking in a place called ***, a wooded hill near my hometown with my friend. There are several sites that we visit on the nab, one being a large oak with a spring coming out of it. We were getting close to the oak, when I saw a lady downhill from where we were. She wasn’t human, tall, thin, shining in a weird way, with dark hair and off-white long tunic. I got the sense I should follow her, so I ran down the path after her and into a copse of birches. She stood in the middle and we made an agreement that I’d bring her cider and bread whenever I went by in future. She disappeared and I realised I was in a triangle of birches with brooms in the branches. I know it’s a type of fungus that causes those, but I’d never seen them in that wood before, and I’d been going there for years. I don’t live there now, but whenever I visit, I bring some cider and bread for that lady.’ ‘[She seemed a fairy ] because she seemed very much connected to the birch trees.’ ‘[***] has a reputation for other things like Granny Greenteeth and moving trees on the other side of the hill.’ ‘Her voice was almost like it was phasing in and out of our reality.’ ‘Tall, thin, long off-white tunic, black hair. Almost a shining quality.’ ‘I think the word ‘fairy’ is a catch all term to describe beings that inhabit our world, that are generally unseen, and that have different races of fairy with different ideas on etiquette and culture.’