She’s a doorway, that one... a branch over the door, and malice can’t find the latch. A whistle from her twig, and your prayer flies straight up. But to sleep...
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A journal of craft, spirit, heartbreak and joy that is stitched from what stirs me... medieval echoes, Nordic animist spirit, and the small magics of everyday life. Crooked, honest, and...
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