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Daily Archives: April 20, 2003
Ostara
That lingering scent on the morning breeze, light and fragrant as it skips across the lawn, there like a hint of soft mist in the trees; it plays on the senses and then is gone as each new blossom opens … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, Divine Mother, mother goddess, Ostara, paganism, ritual, seasons, sonnet, spring
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