Picture from The Gray Witches Grimoire. Did you say grey? As in turning away from extremes? As in less gaudy than gold? As in silvery perfection? As in wise beyond your years? As in matured to a marvel? As in just beautiful? I thought you did! And I agree.
On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she croons, as she toils ‘neath the sky’s glassy dome, `Sure I’ll keep the ould place till the childer come home.’ She mends all the fences, she grubs, and she ploughs, She drives the old horse […]