If on a summer's night a wreath of light glittered on the grass of a meadow, wise mortals drew away. The light was a fairy ring of elfin dancers, and the man or maid who stepped within it's glow would be imprisoned in there world.

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I send my great thank’s and appreciation to Talian, and Dream Lady for everything they have done and made possible, without whom Meadow would never be.

And thank you Master Eternal for this great home page design :-)

And thank you Pharadon for helping me to get the text in and showing me how to add text myself :-)