Hermitage of the Heart,
That which inward lies.
Swept clean with breathing.
Illumined through the window of the eyes.
Naoi Beannachtai,
Eremon
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
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Personal observations on Druidry, de-industrialization, Steampunk, and post-colonialism.
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