Mystery

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    The White Goddess

    ByMatera the Mad

    Beneath the Moon I slept as it rose full. It was Midsummer’s Eve, and I was young; Unformed, untutored, but I felt its pull. In a dream, that night, an ancient tale was sung: A Goddess who upon occasion sought Her long-dead lover; her unfettered might Disguised in mortal form, her spell so wrought That…

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    A Mystery

    ByMatera the Mad

    I was sitting at my computer (where else), hopping between Twitter and other things. Music suddenly started playing out of nowhere, loud and clear. I went all WTF and looked for the source. With four workspaces, four browsers and a few other windows open…woof. On my way down through my cyberspace mansion, I closed the…