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Oracles: Addendum To a Night Letter
… fallen leaves like scraps of written words in the breeze, whilst nether gates yawn within deep dark Trivia’s groves, hard by clear cold springs flowing out from mossy rifts as riddles uttered by voices mortal no more, and silver shapes seen in mirrors and waters, of which we dream together, blue fire throbbing throughout, in the cold night clear and blue, underneath the white Imbolc moon…