thoughts on life as a Pagan Friend
I am reminded of a lunar eclipse when I was at Bryn Mawr College the second time as an undergraduate. It was a Wednesday night, I believe in December, and a group of us attending the Wednesday Scottish County Dance class were Pagans. We delighted in going out onto the porch of Founders Hall at Haverford during breaks, to monitor the eclipse and yell up to the sky encouragingly, "Drop it, Fenris! Drop it! Good boy."
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