The gods do not dwell in the heavens, nor in the shrines erected by men, nor in the formless wastes of abstraction—they live in the sap of the trees, in the unspeaking consciousness of beasts, in the fierce blood of the sun, and in the terrible loveliness of the storm.
I love your writing, your passion and fire. But you do go on! Csn yku pleasee deliver in smaller bites? Oksy, I can readit in chunks that suit meit me and more when I have time, but a screed if this length duants me!
I love your writing, your passion and fire. But you do go on! Csn yku pleasee deliver in smaller bites? Oksy, I can readit in chunks that suit meit me and more when I have time, but a screed if this length duants me!