I imagined fox dens. Where we sit in the depths and listen to the wonder.
I saw skies full of stars with new mythologies written in the darkness.
I dreamt of walls with bits stories and pictures pinned them...spelling out secrets meant just for us. 

I weave it all together in weekly-ish emails. 
Invocations. 
Invitations.
Pieces of the Mystery offering themselves to you. 
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