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The Dowsing Races of old. Recalling the days when spritely, energetic bachelors would fill the streets in a dowsing match of wit, endurance and magickal prowess. All contesting for the heart of a fair maiden - the final judge.
They were pipes of pagan mirth,
And the world had found new terms of worth.
He laid him down on the sun-burned earth
And raveled a flower and looked away—
Play? Play?— What should he play? (Frost)
Spring ����Noel Laura Nisbet
The god Eros stands resting on a bow high atop his stone altar. Brightly illuminated, he watches as the altar fire billows smoke seductively through our air. (Kronberg)
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