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Sacred Harvest

A Goddess in Stone

I opened my eyes as I felt his grasp begin to release. I watched in horror as he slowly seemed to be pulled away. “My lady,” he called in an almost inaudible tone. I reached for him, but to no avail. “My lady,” he murmured once again before disappearing into a white mist.

By Demeter (Christine Graves) / June 18, 2022
Sacred Harvest

That Which is Unknown

As we began our ascent, I felt a euphoria envelop me. The feeling of being drawn upward, being uplifted, being free. I allowed my mind to wander as I embraced my trance-like state. The roar of the engines became a soft hum in my ears, like the sound of the waves lapping the shores of Crete.

By Demeter (Christine Graves) / May 19, 2022

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