In your cool sheets at night...
...with the mist memories of the night-before's dreams, closing your eyes - go into the earth and count the 72 herbs of the Lady's garden.
That's the idea. Get 72 of them.
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.
...with the mist memories of the night-before's dreams, closing your eyes - go into the earth and count the 72 herbs of the Lady's garden.
That's the idea. Get 72 of them.
Posted by little gwion at 9:55 a.m.
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