“Last night I dreamt of a wild wolf and a swift stag, blessing a sapling among the trees. It’s a sign you’ll make our people proud.” ~ Excerpt from “Saplings of Sherwood” by Avellina Balestri

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St. Hubert’s Hunt

O paradox divine, of sweetest flesh and strongest blood, we are chasing thee, o stag, and running from thee, o hound, for all the world has spun and spurned the way that things should be.