I was made for another world. My hope finds root in the green earth, a mighty matter of legend tread under the light of day. Stone, and wood, and iron, tree and grass, house and fire, and - dearest to me - bread and wine: my life is shot through with the magic of the ordinary.
This is the place where I collect the trappings of faerie that find their way into this world; this world where people forget that the most ordinary trifles often carry mythical qualities. We do not pretend that we live in a mundane world - not here. Welcome to you!
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