While there’s absolutely beauty to be found in the cities here, one finds it not on account of the urban, but despite it.
A litany of fantastic things.
“I am she that hews the limb which braided the cord that strung the harp.” I’d intended to write… Read more Before the Candles Are Forged
Pilgrimage Journal 5, Newgrange at Winter Solstice
Pilgrimage Journal 4, a brief interlude