#TWG's Featured Deviant of the Month - Sept. 2011 Hello, lovely deviants! It is time once again for me to present to you#TWG's Featured Deviant of the Month - Sept. 2011 by =LadyofGaerdon
Featured Deviant of the Month.
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Swordmaiden of the Moor - 22: CurselingSwordmaiden of the Moor - 2 by =QuiEstInLiteris
The ghostly light of coming dawn greened the eastern sky, and a sweet wind blew through the daubed walls and swayed the great sheets of felted wool that kept out the draughts. I woke with the cock, at once aware that the fire had burned down to embers, but the air's bitter bite had become a pleasant snap, and I knew that it was time again to set the goats out to graze.
The early morning's pale glow lit my morning chores, become almost automatic by virtue of daily repetition. The first order of the day was the rising. I pulled my clothes out of my bedroll where they had stayed warm through the night, tugged on a soft white shift and a coarser gown of brown goat's wool, donned thick knitted stockings and tough hand-me-down felt boots dyed purple with the last of the old year's bloodberry wine. The blankets and mat I rolled into a thick woollen loaf and stacked it neatly atop the trunk against the wall that held everything of value in the house. I brought more sticks t
I think I've heard the word several times but I only know that it's a poem today, here are some of its last lines:
"You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."