By the fire one should drink ale, one should slide over the ice.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Written on a Snowy Night
One Summer Day in the North
Blind in one eye, Bright in the other,
Ve and Vili's brother, the bees' conductor.
Buzzing galdr and songs of Balder
Among poppies so bold, brewing mead so gold.
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