Ash face

The moon was caught in a kernal.

Trhrive

stomp

kels

inkstrin

Fever.

Fever felled many and the commission cried for more rings to clip the overgrowth. But the tide of chipping was salted by risings and sterile crops. The paperbark consulted the correct clause.

Sealed in..

And so sealed in like a government mean to a pinchtum cove the papers were hidden behind the treeskins and the commision had lost it’s takings, the folio was crept over, spun like a splinter deep in the hand. The seasons hid it and it is still protecting the clan, an edit in resin.

Hybrid blackness unkempt

Bled down from the ard na ban sidh.

Immersed he spell the blackwater to hold the ban-sidh’s body… naked she lay all senses and promise for the seedless eye.

A laughing Jackass grew in temper.

Falsely accused I beshrew the day I met your kidnapping lot. You bring me here, unhand me, as a spectacular fiend.  I mock you as a weed, belonging more than you. For that is what it is …