by Robin Artisson The road may be lonely, the sun hot, the winds cold- May the Mother of All, forever with you, caress your face with her Winds, and warm you with her Fires. The eyes of many seek for joy in the mirror of the world- May your fields bloom in your sight, and your eyes rest in dark, blossomless […]
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