Well the Gnomes have gone underground and King winter is here at last.
This is our Winter table. Aishlyn put it together, she loves when a new season begins and it is time to take down the past season and put up the new.
Silence is our tranquil nest.
Our movement stilled, our voices cease,
We bathe our souls in quiet peace.
From 'Seven Times the Sun' by Shea Darian
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