Mystic Writing

September 24, 2018


The young Maiden Goddess was radiant, whispering love poetry to the trees and dancing in her long white, lace dress through the field of wild daisies. Since Imbolc had come and gone, she’d been seducing the days with lush innocence waiting until she would finally share in union with her beloved, as was her destiny. She would gather fresh fruits and fill her large woven basket, smiling and singing as the sun was beaming down to kiss her soft rose-colored cheeks. She was exquisite in her youth, in all of her wild freedom. Her skin was silken and her body lean, alive with energy and blooming like the flowers. The mystery brought excitement with each new dawn and she soon saw that the Spring Equinox had come, which meant the union...

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