In Search of the Goddess: Following the Call to Kildare, Ireland
by Ruth Knafo Setton I hear the call in the deep heart’s core. – William Butler Yeats I heard it across the seas in the rustling…
by Ruth Knafo Setton I hear the call in the deep heart’s core. – William Butler Yeats I heard it across the seas in the rustling…
by Mike Karnes The sun casts shadows on the marble bar, its sheen worn dull by 120 years of greasy palms and frothy brew. Denudation…
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