You need a cup of tea or hot cocoa if it’s cold enough (spike it if you’re a Thracian) and something beautiful to read that doesn’t involve someone’s sexual crimes.
So. Read Alley Valkyrie’s latest piece in The Wild Hunt. It’s fucking gorgeous.
As I stood in the middle of the Willamette, thigh-high in rushing water, my feet grasping for the next river stone in front of me as I tried desperately not to fall, a message came through to me loud and clear, a message that came straight from the river itself:
Do not focus on exclusion so much that you miss the enchantment.
As I stood in the middle of the Willamette, thigh-high in rushing water, my feet grasping for the next river stone in front of me as I tried desperately not to fall, a message came through to me loud and clear, a message that came straight from the river itself:
Do not focus on exclusion so much that you miss the enchantment.
– See more at: http://wildhunt.org/2014/03/a-confluence-of-outsiders.html#sthash.iLkPJy30.dpuf
As I stood in the middle of the Willamette, thigh-high in rushing water, my feet grasping for the next river stone in front of me as I tried desperately not to fall, a message came through to me loud and clear, a message that came straight from the river itself:
Do not focus on exclusion so much that you miss the enchantment.
– See more at: http://wildhunt.org/2014/03/a-confluence-of-outsiders.html#sthash.iLkPJy30.dpuf
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