tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36326453.post7860736042034875102..comments2023-04-01T12:25:03.687-07:00Comments on The Journal of Hofstadr Hearth: The Life of a Heathen Family: The Wolves of WinterAlfarrinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16532701327343776837noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36326453.post-73559886892460397772009-12-16T08:42:40.267-08:002009-12-16T08:42:40.267-08:00When the cold bites with bitterness I call it the ...When the cold bites with bitterness I call it the kiss of Skadi, when I walk in the snow and it has settled its called the beauty of Hronn pure pure beauty, when the ice mountains show there whiteness and ice rivers flow forth its called the purified will of Jarnsaxa and the icicles forming on the trees and of the buildings the purification of ziza and the whole silent ice world around me Ullers purified harmony. <br />what a beautiful time to honor such powers SvaneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com