thejunipertree | [lwa dreams] high above the sickle moon

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[in dreams],
ti moun fwonte grandi devan baron

[lwa dreams] high above the sickle moon

It was twilight and I was lying in the grass. My special spot by the river. The surface of the water was utterly still in this moment, reflecting the darkened sky's face back at it like a true and perfect mirror.

"No, poppet." The Unnamed One said and laid his hand against the top of my head. "Tell me what it is you enjoy about this place."

I closed my eyes and spoke. When I opened them again, he was sitting quietly. Then he smiled.