The Ritual – A Sketch, A Poem, An Anthropology
As the sun dipped beneath the mountains, they would gather in hushed anticipation. A single bell would chime, resonating into the darkening sky as twinkle sparkling little stars gave rise.…
As the sun dipped beneath the mountains, they would gather in hushed anticipation. A single bell would chime, resonating into the darkening sky as twinkle sparkling little stars gave rise.…
We're going to throw our beans, embrace this spring. Out, out with you Oni! Come, come good things. Oh, and get boosted. Seriously.