Earlier today on my domestic duties in an act of unconscious gifting I gave Odin, via Yggdrasil a forked stick. Later whilst traversing on a seemingly unconnected pathway I saw two wave winged crows that could outride any storm and finely fit beside the high throned form of the Wyrd One in whom all bargains are set strong where certain mysteries belong and to whom our warriors have gone. In flight I fancy I saw auspicious attributes of augurmancy in memory a thought rises of unconscious prizes. The black wing is ever revealing both the light source and the current course. Now to see the flight in focus through another hall of the cosmos…
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 22:12:10 +0000
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