The Oak King
Do not fear the dying of the light, for soon the woods will once more echo with delight. Beneath the autumn’s leaves and winter’s snow, the first, faint glimmerings of spring begin to glow. Those…
Do not fear the dying of the light, for soon the woods will once more echo with delight. Beneath the autumn’s leaves and winter’s snow, the first, faint glimmerings of spring begin to glow. Those…
~ by Lady Memory Dedication: A story inspired by my colleague Simona, who is a younger sister, a good friend and an expert hugger. And who always laughs when she hugs me, and I –…
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