Hail and Greetings, kindred.
I've not spoken much here about the last third of the blog's sub-title. And won't, likely.
It's a longing. She is a longing. She's there-- wherever the hell there be...
And if she don't ken the Battlefield Band.. well, folks, she really ain't all that 'there', is she?
Hale and Farewell on this Full Moon night, people. And if any of ye see Yew Berry... tell 'er Cyg forever waits; like Oengus o' the Dream, he continually searches...
In the New York Times, a poly-mono warning
6 hours ago