Good ’morrow… and come a little closer. Do you feel it? The air is softer tonight, but not quiet. It hums. It waits. The last light of day slips low and lingers, as if even the sun is reluctant to leave what comes next. Somewhere, just beyond the reach of sight, the first fire isContinue reading “Where the Mist Lingers: Myth, Memory, and Beltane”
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