A tide garden · Merefold
Merefold
When the ferry stopped coming, the shore lamps went dark. The marsh still remembers the way home.
Gather the fallen wick-seeds. Carry one to each of the five lamps. The dark comes early over the water.
A tide garden · Merefold
When the ferry stopped coming, the shore lamps went dark. The marsh still remembers the way home.
Gather the fallen wick-seeds. Carry one to each of the five lamps. The dark comes early over the water.