Ear
Ear is the dipthong “ea”
Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem (from ragweedforge.com)
The grave is horrible to every knight,
when the corpse quickly begins to cooland is laid in the bosom of the dark earth.Prosperity declines, happiness passes awayand covenants are broken
let’s just say, today has not really been my most favorite of days. But I think there is something here, speaking to autumn equinox, and even-ness of hours of day and night, turning into a deepening darkness until the winter solstice. The dark tide is arriving, and the summer of the deceased comes
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