As we wait among the bare winter trees dreaming of the stag god carrying us away from our castle of stone, the wolf warms our feet. tides are turning, cycles are moving, dark to light and light to dark. the candles have melted down so only a few flames remain. As dawn rises on the first morning of spring, a royal dove flies in bearing a vibrant tiger lily, herald of the sun. Like the grass and flowers that appear on the earth, we begin to grow antlers.
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