These visits leave me hollow, like a body no longer possessed, grasping at the veil as it closes again over questions unanswered and closure denied. And yet… there is hope.

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The Kingdom of Gwynedd

A spiritual homeland. That’s what I’d once called this formidable landscape of light and shade, of snow and sun, where brightness undercuts glowering cloud and turns green into Green and lakes into glimmering indigo portals.

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