Almost Imbolc and I Feel Fine…

I should write something deep about poetry. Or fire. Or the sacred forge of life tempering us all. Or spring. But I really don’t want to. We’ve had unusually warm, lovely spring weather here in Georgia and I just want to play on a tire swing. Or ride my bike. Or have a picnic. One [Read More…]

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