Gray above and all around us
heavy and soft like the down of a duvet
the entrance to the great hall of the dead, a kind of comfort
November sky
like Arawn the grey man
so full of inviting sleep.
Gray above and all around us
heavy and soft like the down of a duvet
the entrance to the great hall of the dead, a kind of comfort
November sky
like Arawn the grey man
so full of inviting sleep.
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Backyard Botanics@Miller Hill Farm 
Grey skies always give way to blue
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Gray skies prepare our souls to receive the brilliant color of tomorrow. They are necessary.
Arawn. Love the comparison.
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