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                            No.11 Midnight at Noon
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                        Moving deeper into Fernworthy, I was struck at how little 
                        light filtered down through the pine canopy. It was the 
                        middle of the day, but it was impossible to make out the 
                        scene very far into the forest. The darkness, mixed with 
                        the thick carpet of moss, brought out more of the fairytale 
                        nature of Fernworthy and I lay on the ground for a while 
                        in an attempt to conjure up the feeling Nick Bottom had 
                        when he awoke after Shakespeares fairies had switched 
                        his head for that of an ass.
                      "What 
                        hempen home-spuns
                        have we 
                        swaggering here,
                        So near the cradle of the fairy queen?"
                        Robin Goodfellow, A Midsummer Nights Dream
                        
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