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Daily Archives: December 20, 2002
The Holly and the Oak
As the days wane short to midwinter’s night and the Holly King, crowned at Samhain, rules a darkened world in shadows without light, the cold earth hibernates, waiting for Yule. In the deep fetid sleep of seeming death the spirit … Continue reading