Beltane and the blessing of the Bull. He leads me to the field of flowers. The grass is lush and tender. My chest opens and all the butterflies fly out. The traveller hands me the plate. In the breath of the bull I find I. I step through all loose and sandy.

Measure me in metered lines in one decisive stare. The time it takes to get from here to there. Upgrade to paid account! Fancier of potions masters. I wish my brother and sister would move up here. I only worked two days this week, making it quite a glorious week. i needed the time and lack of writing burn-out to get started on my. To fic or not to fic. SD comic-con, day one.