A few years ago Sam and I read aloud from a 1923 copy of Robin Hood on our screened porch, and my notion of Sherwood Forest, royal woods of Nottinghamshire, became filled with details. As I listened, I pictured these stories taking place in the Sherwood Forest I lived in during 2007. It’s not far from here, across the highway from the Whistlestop Market, where I worked that summer.
If it is so, that one may return to this world in another state, I would like that to be of your shadow!
Mary
Your story and works delight me and are amazing!