We went for a walk along the Glencorse reservoir near my home in Penicuik this afternoon. My wife's dog Patch is part sheepdog. Which gave him the inclination to round this lot up and organize them into a proper flock. He required some disusasion. We were worried that we'd be plucking him off their horns like a marshmallow.
Adolescence has always been a tough row to hoe. No addition of earrings will ever make this veal calf look like a pirate.
Enchantment, Emergence, and Egregores: Part 1, The Demonic Possession of
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I've mentioned how I encountered Valentin Tomberg's Meditations on the Tarot,
his exploration of Christian Hermeticism. And while I don't think many
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I think he probably couldn't remember which side means you are gay. So he went for both.
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