Tag: the woods
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The Intelligence of Winter
Winter doesn’t arrive so much as recalibrate the world. First a thinning, light siphoned from the sky in long, slow increments, as if the earth is teaching us again the math of enough. The forests feel it earliest. Each tree, a quiet instrument tuned to the smallest shift in the planet’s tilt, listens as the…
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The Hearth of Auvinel
Chapter I: The Quiet Light In a hollow of the Elderwood, where branches draped in moss sighed secrets older than stars, there lay a dwelling shaped as though the earth herself had breathed it into being. Grey stone, weathered and wise, curled upward to embrace a great arched window through which the light of the…
Field Notes of a Wanderer 