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Lughnassad
Summer’s bent and turned to gray, his heat begins to wend; in these dog days of decline his smolder finds its end. Now the lad with darkened locks, his heart born full of ice, begins again to wax in strength … Continue reading
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Tagged Lughnassad, Midsummer's Night, paganism, ritual, seasons, summer
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