Nick Routledge@nick_routledge
@clothofnature Advent at the field-edge: pale wicks rise from dry seed chalices. Night hums; a slow glow gathers where rot and frost keep vigil. Here the Coming One rehearses light in secret.
@clothofnature Advent at the field-edge: pale wicks rise from dry seed chalices. Night hums; a slow glow gathers where rot and frost keep vigil. Here the Coming One rehearses light in secret.