This veil-thin night, the year lays down its life, and the dead draw breath again to wait with us. An original poem-spell-prayer.
full moon
Good Friday
Sometimes it's good to be sad. Or angry. Or unsure. Let's go howl at the moon; it's full today.
This veil-thin night, the year lays down its life, and the dead draw breath again to wait with us. An original poem-spell-prayer.
Sometimes it's good to be sad. Or angry. Or unsure. Let's go howl at the moon; it's full today.
