Deep in the woods, there’s a fairy ring. As a child I found the place. From all over the valley, travellers journeyed to view it and make wishes.
Deep in the woods, there’s a fairy ring. Over the years, a road was worn smooth by thousands of pilgrim feet.
They built a café to cater for hungry travellers, and an inn to lay their heads. And a souvenir shop. And a supermarket. And a housing complex.
Deep in the city, a ring of trees is lovingly preserved. But nobody can remember why.