While there’s absolutely beauty to be found in the cities here, one finds it not on account of the urban, but despite it.
Category: Traveling
“They’re going to strip mine your soul”
A litany of fantastic things.
Before the Candles Are Forged
“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
A Kindness of Ravens
Pilgrimage Journal 5, Newgrange at Winter Solstice
Dark Night (interlude)
Pilgrimage Journal 4, a brief interlude
