Appalachian Gothic Curiosity Shop
This blog started as a simple outlet for automatic writings and information received from that outlet. However, with a new year, many changes have occurred both professionally and privately, that have opened doors for new purpose with this blog. So, with high hopes, from this point onward this blog will serve a variety of purposes.
She dreamed good dreams of burdock She rested in the moor She danced across the arbor And broke the latch on the door She threw a stick of fire Into the thatched hut And when the fire died She didn’t give up She threw the stones in Eden And slapped the only poor And when she came even She forgot to lock the door Don’t open the window Don’t clear your mind You know what will happen When you’re left behind Leave me alone I’m so tired of you But you are the candle’s flame and I’m a moth