"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

26 December 2020


This evening's Yule festivities recognize the giant of the North Wind, Kári, the Norse god of snow, frost, and storms ...
The smell of ice, the croaks of ravens,
Vidhrir´s chill: These I bring.

Cook a hunk of meat over an open fire, put your face into the wind, and toast a draft of Fidelitas Obstler to The Bringer of Bitter Bizzards.

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