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Photographer | Helena Blomqvist |
"You’re what?" a rabbit asked a stranger at midnight’s hour.
"Why, I’m the ghost of the sorrowful girl", the stranger replied, "and never did I suppose that rabbits could talk."
"They can’t", the rabbit replied, "I too am a ghost. A ghost from the mind of that sorrowful girl."
No, the next sentence is not ‘Follow the White Rabbit’. Although it is all about white rabbits, little girls, enchanted forests, foxes, mice and overgrown...