On this cold, long night, the Full Moon speaks to me. Her super-sized, brilliant face beckons me from the comfort of my cluttered nest...
I am summoned by the whispers of the terrified maidens, the broken down mothers and the tired crones. Their voices beckon me from my shallow,..
After a long walk down a dark overgrown path, I am starting to see the light that first called me to this journey through the..
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