My tale of cocktails

The saGe too

I return to my childhood traversing space and rhyme.

All thoSe impossible tales, sat on the page, magical spells, traversing space and rhyme..,
To be remembered once more whence there time comes of age.

And into druidism we shall meet other players in this wheel namely,
Seamus O’hora and lucas Mycello, as cello’s feature oft in this tail…that waGs gDo,
Alice Eager the cello pluralist and the wraith’s fit purpose to be there and here again. As Well men speak with forged tongues. The wraith appears on my why to meet Seamus, stumbling as I am without technologies hand, The paper that allows me to travel, freely been left to stand, forgotten where I had left it. This is how the joy, nay, begins…
No story no drama without misfortune, but so soon, the first act of our play…
God is resting on this day and I have only a wraith to console me.
The Wraith has travelled from the Sage, my destiny, two days earlier in order to meet with me at this moment, his presence would be felt after he had gone… we hugged, an old friend met once more, as all new friends may be, maybe giving the time or reCognition, cognition of all…
the wraith and I having spent many hours together in the theatre of eternal music; His cello, the fiddle.
Recognising we parted, but not before he gave me the immobilising number of one Rudely Harrid whom he informed me he had met briefly with the Sage, and with whom I had encountered before. The Wraith and Rudley having toured with the Wales when both where but youth and most recently the two of whom and myself having met In the stall with other players in our wheel, only the previous epoch in thus theatre of eternal music. Rudely and I had met on the sacred hill and glen of my ancestors, of which there shall be more to tell in this far from tall tale.

The wraith continued his journey home from the Sage, and I myself, I journey onwards to the sage.


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