The days are growing
ever shorter, and now with last harvest safely gathered in, Samhain is upon us. Tonight the veil thins, a time to remember our ancestors and those who've gone before. This cycle has run its' course, it's a time to take stock,
and count our blessings, it's a
time to be grateful, and to give thanks. I hope the fates have been kind this year, and that your physical and metaphorical barns are full to burst, or at least well served. As darkness' reign begins we'll dream our dreams of spring. Flags, Flax, Fodder and Frigg y'all /|\
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