I dreamt of Magick, of things not yet known. The mossy courtyards of Castle Rising,Tea Readings & Chalice Wells.... Kisses of Women,mango ripe & open,sit heavy on my lips then fade into the Silver long locks of the Crone....I miss the ghosts of you,the scent of you,the summer lands of you... Damnit.Damn it all...
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