How do I wander? Through crowded city street, with hazel wand in hand, or sailing roiling seas, seeking golden apples of the sun, finding defeat, wondering the gods whose hearts I must appease. The glimmering girl has vanished, forever in the past her heartaches muted grief in throes of fitful slumber. The blossom of youth […]

via NaPoWriMo: Seek Not the Golden Apples — Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings

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