I’m waiting for the words to come. I’ve waited since the turn of the season, for my mind to follow the industrious tide of spring. Waited for dreams nurtured by the winter dark to emerge into the light. Spring passes in waves. Daffodils blaze and wither. Cherry blossom unfurls and melts, polka-dotting the grass. Dandelions turn […]
через Blue — Harvesting Hecate
До каждого с миром! 