Sagas, Short story

A dream of applause.

The ring and hum of the thundering applause brings smiles to this face of mine. Where I go, the audience follows, my journeys of years taking place in moments in market squares across the lands. Continue reading “A dream of applause.”

Poem, Sagas, Scenic, Short story

The shoots.

From beneath the leaves and twigs of the year gone by they come. Heralded by the fleeting snows and rising sun, nourished by rain and breeze alike, they emerge from the ground below. Continue reading “The shoots.”

Lore, Poem, Sagas, Short story, Weekend

Of others.

Upon the lands of forebears where farms and forests are, so many lives would toil and hunt beneath sun and countless stars, to all who would come after them that land would be a gift, and knowing well their place it was that there would be no rift.

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