Precious beads, bathed in the mother's milk, folk stories of heroes with two hands, two feet, and two eyes, breathless motion of the Equinox. Druids upon druids praying to the lunar goddess Awshbegah. Endless Winters followed by Springs of renewal and awakenings unlike any other. Terrifying Victorian Woven Poetry

  • April 04, 2008
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