Defeats and Dreams

Retreating. Into mist and mountains, memories of things that have happened or never will.

 The hill of the big slope, the dragon bog, from which ancient creatures still may rise into the sun of a new day.

A sheep’s jaw is a fairy bone, mottled by time and earth.

Glens are shaped by giant’s fingers.

Distant Ratharsair, a Fian heroine asleep, will not wake for kisses, but sleeps on until the world is big enough for dreams.


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