Well…I’m going to go ahead and guess a whole bunch of folks. But not me, until just today.
May Day is Walpurgisnacht. The rituals happened at the same time, with different sets of rural farming peoples, who saw the world differently. 277 more words
(I originally wasn’t late. WordPress ate this post and I had to re-write it. I shit you not.)
Those fingers through my hair. That sly, come-hither stare that strips my conscience bare. 718 more words