He, alone in contemplation. Curious and saddened, wondering if he were the reason things had gone wrong, knowing only the way of things and he but a vessel of knowledge, not a portent. She, the portent. Change swirls about her. Spiralling out. Fibonacci wisdom, from seeds to galaxies ~ her key. She holds the golden […]The Shaman’s Dream
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