"I myself when I was a boy of ten or eleven, was perfectly convinced that on a fine dewy morning in summer when people were still in bed, I saw a strange horse run around the seven-acre field of ours and change into a woman, who ran even faster, and after a couple courses around the field disappeared into our haggard. I am sure, whatever I may believe today, no earthly persuasion would, at the time, have convinced me that I did not see this. Yet I never saw it again and never heard of anyone else seeing the same."
The Fairy Faith in Celtic Countries
~W.Y. Evans Wentz
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