Celtic Maidens — An Excerpt by Ceri Norman
The winds whirled wildly around the ancient stones, howling as the black storm clouds rolled in across the mountains. Darkness was approaching but not complete, not yet. The thick clouds were obliterating the divisions between night and day; this was a time of the in-between. A powerful time when the veil between worlds is as light and transparent as gossamer.
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05. Jul, 2010 







