The Story of Fire-Part Eight

a day for allowing dreams to rush unbidden from my fingers, to let them stream into the universe like angels, borne aloft on the breeze, igniting with the fractals of sunshine lighting the leaves on the trees, to send them adrift into the sky, burgeoning, building and snapping like spinnakers into a riot of colour and harmony, sailing free into the summer skies.

Protected: The Five of Swords

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Protected: The Nine of Wands

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The Four of Wands

The place where I am standing, is thick with cypress trees, and I feel that these stately and noble trees have a meaning, and I remember that they contain the key which can thread together the elements of healing and death, light and darkness, wisdom and woe. They speak to me with their heavy darkness ad stately mien, and they tell me that after darkness comes light, after pain comes rest… and that they are the symbols of this, the protector of souls that travel in dark places

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Protected: The Queen of Wands

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The Story of The Earth Princess

They stand for a moment… foreheads touching… the silent communion of two who have been long parted…and then they turn and walk quickly away, disappearing into the dawn, as the sap in the black trees begins to rise, and the snowdrops push their heads out of the dark earth to welcome the virgin queen.