Wool Wax Silk and Bones.
I often go into dark woods, and go far to see brilliant things. I am surrounded by wonderful people, and am lucky to have found a familiar in an old black cat.
There is a place up Squamish Valley Road where I gather alder cones- in the winter there are salmon bodies washed up on the river bank (that spawned there in the autumn) and eagles nest there in the winter.
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