They string histories and myths and fancies and fables together and hang them in the branches of the story trees.
The garlands of tales catch the light and shimmer in the branches, half-hidden in the leaves.
If you listen closely, you can hear fragments and quotations repeated by the wind.
They add new stories and old stories and retellings often.
Daydreams and nightdreams and wishes and lies.
Fairies rub story-shoulders with murderers and innocents and lawyers.
Happy endings lead to new adventures and lost loves and never-there loves and new loves and back again.
There are always more stories to add.
But the branches are strong.
There is room for them all.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.