i'd ask this:
Do you remember that stream near Wigton
The rusting bridge, the hard wet earth
Smell of rust and the hedges roaring with
Life when my smile gave you butterflies?
Sunday, April 17, 2005
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And she put Gwion Bach the son of Gwreang of Llanfair to stir the cauldron... And she herself, according to the books of the astronomers, and in planetary hours, gathered every day of all charm-bearing herbs.
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