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| In the Great Woods.. In the sheltering cold.. In the craddling dark... Old hands rise again... baring the druid's toll... to rule... ....in the Great Woods. |
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
I'm not sure of the imagery in the prose. I find sheltering cold difficult, but the alliteration of using cradling cold. Then use sheltering dark, as dark does provide shelter of a sort, from prying eyes, etc... Might make this a stronger piece.
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