fayriewood edge.
one journey folke stood west with feet near planted as puffs of dragon's blood filled his aura.
a stone was set to glitter spirits by day, tease orion by night. from north moved a deer-eyed girl spriting the mockingbird's feather. she passed a water maiden in the south and slowed eastern step in honour of the ladye of the white pine.
this tale they made around another.
grooved stone people whose words were wet from cup marks and begged translation.
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pretty white fleurs bloom
'pon an ancient graves' tussock -
brave wee Orkney isle
snow skirls in brief song flurries -
ancient is the lonely sea.
:)
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