April 2010
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Another Landmark of Dreams
The Northern Path
Return to the place of divergence.
An unconscious man poured out on the floorboards.
In each conversation, when we speak of travel, he tells of a road in the north.
“At first it seems common… If there are gentle hills, these sidle by like lambs toward a clover. Never a curve ahead. But the dark earth pulses… ley-lines strung loosely on telephone...
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The Magicians
We’ve flattened the cauldrons to blend teal and umber, and sharpened our spent wands to scratch ardent lines. The mud mixed for golems forms delicate ankles, while icons are channeled ‘neath bright, colored light. but not all is foresworn, ignore us at peril…