Lughnasadh (Lammas): The First Harvest
So wherever you are, I hope you take a little time to step outside this evening or tomorrow. Look around. Breathe deeply. Thank the earth for another season
So wherever you are, I hope you take a little time to step outside this evening or tomorrow. Look around. Breathe deeply. Thank the earth for another season
Voynich Vault will be a weekly sneeze into the lore - the absolutely insane lore of the Voynich Manuscript. It's written for beginners, but the experts can hit me up for serious nerd-chat.
and where do I get in line to be a full-time space dust examiner, preferably with Jet Propulsion Lab Employee badges and all? I’m gonna need the badge. It's the most important part.
All art is subjective, arguably. The product is not the art- you making the art is the art.
Granny always said the woods were no place for anybody after dark. Whatever echoes after dark, she reckoned it might be best if we just got on in the house for supper. And do not dare whistle in the house - nor whistle after dark at all, ok?
Run- do not walk- do not act casual- get our new chat situation ASAP.
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