Strong like wood Her roots reach down the earth supports Her round and round In patient presence... ....not a sound... Dark Morrigan placed me on the ground. And now bright dawning, Golden Crown, Sweet Goddess find me... I am found.
Surely all art is the result of one's having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, where no one can go any further. - Rainer Maria Rilke
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Good picture with that.
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