Towards The Mists
of
Avalon...
Mysterious Ley Lines
Pulsate
beneath
My Feet
A Pendulum Swings
My Body
A Conduit
of
Wearied Anticipation
Symbols
from
Waking Dreams
draw
Me
ever
Closer...
This Journey
Home to Self
Through
The Mists
of
Avalon
Rejoice Rejoice Delight in this Hour Summer Passes Delight .. The Sun...
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