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…When Wen insists…
I leave Wen to her circumambulations and try to focus on what little good is to be seen about the place… which amounts to Rowan Trees…a whole raft of them.
They never fail to lift my spirits but here even they are struggling and only serve to remind me that there is a rather sombre tale about a castle of rowan trees and under normal circumstances I would simply make a mental note to look it up when I get back home.
Yet considering there also used to be a castle of sorts up here it may quite possibly be the tale I really need right now but when I try to recall it proves as recalcitrant as my initial sojourn up here…
All I really get is that the Castle of Rowans was an illusion… a trap to lure the unsuspecting, into a slaughter…
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…And slaughter might very well explain it looking at Wen’s features… which I do not really want to right now because of the very obvious pain…
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I recently met a Rowan – a tiny sprite, who attracted and held up on a dainty finger, the first ladybug of the year appearance for me to see – – LOVE, the sychronicity of the name appearing on my radar – leaving comment here, cuz just seemed to lighthearted to leave on Stuart’s full post, which I shall think about some more – 🙂
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The full story of this encounter is in the books … but it seems appropriate for Stuart to share some of the story behind the workshop. I’ll be doing so myself 🙂
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