Tuesday, April 01, 2003

Oh, to the Babaylan with the broken staff (Winepoetics - The Lonely Babaylan - Sunday March 30, 2003), how my kali heart aches for the splintered wood. Such a kind companion to have sacrificed itself on your behalf. Perhaps with the salvaged remains, two new weapons can emerge, for always there is something new amongst the old remnants.

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