Good grief ! Hoping all is proceeding well. Your experience would be worthy of a modernistic Skaldic epic. Enjoyed this from the .pdf: "They drained the blood from Quash’s pale corpse, blended it with the sweetest of honey, and then left the mixture to brew in a barrel. The mead they created was so intoxicating that anyone who had even the tinniest sip would utter honey sweet words and poetry would rush from their mouth like a fierce river." - note: the act of copying and pasting the text hazarded much editing in itself. Interesting tradition of poetry worthy of studying further Pray all is well, Ta ! (short for tarradiddle), tailor
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