Sorry,
some "blunt thinkers" have
stolen this page's contents.
Don't worry, concerned
villagers are in the process
of recreating it.
excerpts from the mists of na crainn
in the forest
A knife of wind cut through the
leaves above the girl’s head. Their
shredded remnants bolted forward and
so did she, running with her arms
pulling at the air. More…
the
planetarium in the attic
Configurations of stars-the
hunter, the sleeper, the twins
and the regal peacock-burnished
the pallet of sky before her
eyes. More…
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