figments
The Traveller washed ashore on the eighth of June with the southern wind. We call it the change-wind, a fickle god of luck that tosses ships around as…
She calls her home “Skellig Maureen,” after herself, though the island does not appear in any of the recent atlases. Someone must have given it another name…
what’s missing isn’t mystery but history, hysteria wisteria and spanish moss how vast a loss, to lose a lass! at last the glass is cracked in two but…
We were hiking deep into the old growth forest, to some place I’d never been before. It was his favorite spot, he’d said. He wanted to show me.…
There was once a wise woman by the well. There is still a wise woman by the well. There will be a wise woman by the well for…
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