Forests of Grief
A slow, rolling breeze blew through the trees in the forest behind the farmhouse, and the leaves began to rustle under the sinking sun. Michael shivered, and turned his collar up against the wind. He…
A slow, rolling breeze blew through the trees in the forest behind the farmhouse, and the leaves began to rustle under the sinking sun. Michael shivered, and turned his collar up against the wind. He…
He came to her in the darkness And he laid his head on her breast ‘I dreamed’ he said, ‘of the strangest things Of stars and waters and mysteries, And by all the pagan gods…
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