Would you travel across the land, in the hour of the summer solstice?
- from Ancient Dream, by Aeolian Songspell
The veil is thin now.
A time for the half-remembered inner pagan to re-emerge, dancing widdershins in the pre-dawn dew around the celebrity stones, or the authentic stones, or wherever one finds oneself this solstice-time.
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