A beautiful farewell to a friend
I stand with a friend and his friend who is on the edge of time. She is about to leave it, extraordinary women that she is. I spent two hours yesterday in the land between the living and the timeless, watching her place her foot on the road to infinity, seeing her joy as she contemplated leaving a tired old body behind.
I wonder if I shall see her again before she leaves.
I came home last night and delved into research on local myths, devouring an old book About Herne the Hunter who haunts our forests, and found an old story about a king of the Britons. His name was King Herla.
One day he was out with his men in the forest and a very small man indeed emerged from undergrowth. He was short, swarthy and charismatic, like Pan himself. And there was something unearthly about him. He…
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