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Imbolc: Old Ethan, Halfway Home

Old Ethan, Halfway Home – 02.02.2011, 2:17am MST Old Ethan like a walking stick. Sets him after the halfway pole, fifty miles through dankling woods. October throwed his scarecoat down. November crowned the house with smoke. December painted black days white. Come January, ringnecks froze in place. All’s still ‘til April flumes their melted songs to the sea. Now Midwinter: a milepost on a swerving … Continue reading Imbolc: Old Ethan, Halfway Home