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A Cloud and Landscape Study by Moonlight by Johan Christian Dahl

If it happens to like oats, perhaps you could bribe it from your sickbed...

something about the cold November air, so fresh that it rinses lungs and and soothes your insides

A nocturnal magic beast. The valravn is an oft wicked thing of Danish folklore, typically born from the bloodied battlefield.

forest floor, 2011

“The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall. It is like a prayer to what is empty. And what is empty turns its face to us and whispers: “I am not empty, I am open.””

— Tomas Tranströmer, from “Vermeer,” in The Winged Energy of Desire (trans. by Robert Bly, 2004).

Fenrir howls terribly before the doors to Hel. The wolf will break its bonds and run. I know much wisdom, I see deep in the future, all the way to Ragnarök, a dark day for the gods.

Hrym advances from the east with a shield before him, and the Midgard-serpent is in a monstrous rage. The serpent beats the waves, and the eagle screams eagerly, splitting corpses with its pale beak. Naglfar, the giants' ship, is released.

That ship sails from the east, bearing giants over the sea, and Loki is its captain. The giants are coming together with Fenrir, and Loki too is with them on that voyage.

What news from the gods? What news from the elves? All Jotunheim is roaring, the Aesir are in counsel, and the dwarves, creatures of the mountains, tremble by their doors of stone. Have you learned enough yet, Allfather?

Surt comes from the south with a bright light in his hand. Yes, the Sun shines upon the sword in his grasp. The mountains collapse, the trolls fall, men walk the roads to Hel, and the skies divide above.

— Voluspa 47-51

What I’ve always longed for is a kind of soft silence. The kind one finds in the midst of green fields.

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