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.
South facing window, morning, late August. I've kind of promised one of these to a friend of mine, but now I don't know about separating them, and I'm thinking: "Oh, fuck him."
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