Lore, Poem, Scenic, Short story, Weekend

Standing to lead.

Bursting with energy and ready to act. Ready to take the world head on and take it by it’s throat. That all would submit and know that which is true. So all would feel that which is felt in this moment.

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Midweek, Poem, Scenic, Short story

Of birds and worms.

You know my boy, a worm’s life is filled with terrors. Avoiding the light which will dry it out and make it visible to all things that would eat it, living in the moist shadows underground, still fearful of moles and the like.

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