The wheel turns to Mabon, a moment of equilibrium; equal light equal dark, not long before night conquers day and the land sleeps.
The harvest moon, oversees this transition; harvests are gathered in and gratitude given for natures bounties.The old Sun worked his magic well and now returns to the Goddess; soon chill winds will stalk the land, be not afraid though, all is as it should be.
Celebrate and give thanks, reflect and rest, lay the plans for new campaigns; the wheel is turning.
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