March 5th, 2013

A Birthday

bildungsroman and beads

Women sitting in a  room -- sewing, I think.  Some embroidery.  One is weaving, but she is weaving a great tapestry, a storied web.  (The spinning and weaving are, I think, done by more magcially mechanical means.)

Riders in dark armor riding through a leafless and snowy woods.

A man seeking a golden flower which may not be in the lands where he seeks it -- though it is definitely not in the lands where he came from.

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