The Hunter’s Chase
Tripping o’er the roots and stones,Slipping in the mud and scattered leaves I run –The horde thundering after me.Heart pounding in rhythm with their drumsI carry on through darkened forests deepHorns and bays of houndsTear…
Tripping o’er the roots and stones,Slipping in the mud and scattered leaves I run –The horde thundering after me.Heart pounding in rhythm with their drumsI carry on through darkened forests deepHorns and bays of houndsTear…
~ by Avellina Balestri Marian dreamed deeply that night, penetrating the past and feeling it singing through her subconscious. So many memories, so very alive, and the sense of it all slipping away, somehow, into…
It has finally arrived! After all of the years of planning, the millions of hours of work, preparation, deadlines, time running out, and the countless lives lost by every single delay, hope was once again…
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