I'll re-post the teaser just because I'm so excited about this set! 
by the wonderful, Ta2dFreek the bestest lady in the whole world!
WORD OF THE DAY: (I picked this one because willow trees are by far some of the most beautiful and calming things in the world to me...Whenever I see one, I just want to go walking through the branches with my fingers getting tangled in their natural beauty.
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withy n 1: willow; especially : one whose pliable twigs are used for furniture and basketry *2: a flexible slender twig or branch
* The withies must be soaked in water for about a week before they're ready to be woven into baskets.
Although "withy" is simply anothor word for "willow," it can also be used fora particular category of willows known by the name "osier." Additionally, the word "withe" can be substituted for the second sense of "withy," shown in our example sentence. Both :withy" and "withe" come from withig, an Old English word dating at least as far back as the 10th century. "Willow" comes from the Old English welig, found in writing as far back as the eighth century.
POEM OF THE DAY:
Winter Conception
ELEANOR WILNER (B. 1937)
Silence in the forest's heart, and snow./ Palimpsest of trees, centuries of winter text---// bare twigs that interlock in blurred white/ air, as no one thought leads to the next,// half-obscured in snowy veils,/ no end, though, to their reach or// to the snow; flakes thicken, the silence/ deepens as they fall, lint from pockets// of the cold, whirled to a dizziness/ of white; the blizzard swallows back// the view, and every syllable of sound;/ even the creaking of wood in wind// is silenced by the now./ the wind breathes in and out// in clouds of white, the snow/ kindness after so much noise,// so long a war of elements of jarring/ things whose natures clash, spring// back or shatter-- the clang of armored/ flesh, desire's fangs, the shouts// of dying men, bombed cities full/ of burning souls, as Semele// who asked to see her god unveiled/ saw only fire, and was consumed---// the unborn Dionysus brought to term/ in the though of Olympian Zeus.// In whose loins will the drunken/ force of life grow now, concealed// inside the falling snow, this wood/ of birch and ash, as, veilied again,// the god, aroused, moves toward/ another bed, and time folds back// its long white sheets of snow.
Gorgeous poem
And to all a goodnight, SGLand
xoxo
TnT
by the wonderful, Ta2dFreek
the bestest lady in the whole world!WORD OF THE DAY: (I picked this one because willow trees are by far some of the most beautiful and calming things in the world to me...Whenever I see one, I just want to go walking through the branches with my fingers getting tangled in their natural beauty.
)withy n 1: willow; especially : one whose pliable twigs are used for furniture and basketry *2: a flexible slender twig or branch
* The withies must be soaked in water for about a week before they're ready to be woven into baskets.
Although "withy" is simply anothor word for "willow," it can also be used fora particular category of willows known by the name "osier." Additionally, the word "withe" can be substituted for the second sense of "withy," shown in our example sentence. Both :withy" and "withe" come from withig, an Old English word dating at least as far back as the 10th century. "Willow" comes from the Old English welig, found in writing as far back as the eighth century.
POEM OF THE DAY:
Winter Conception
ELEANOR WILNER (B. 1937)
Silence in the forest's heart, and snow./ Palimpsest of trees, centuries of winter text---// bare twigs that interlock in blurred white/ air, as no one thought leads to the next,// half-obscured in snowy veils,/ no end, though, to their reach or// to the snow; flakes thicken, the silence/ deepens as they fall, lint from pockets// of the cold, whirled to a dizziness/ of white; the blizzard swallows back// the view, and every syllable of sound;/ even the creaking of wood in wind// is silenced by the now./ the wind breathes in and out// in clouds of white, the snow/ kindness after so much noise,// so long a war of elements of jarring/ things whose natures clash, spring// back or shatter-- the clang of armored/ flesh, desire's fangs, the shouts// of dying men, bombed cities full/ of burning souls, as Semele// who asked to see her god unveiled/ saw only fire, and was consumed---// the unborn Dionysus brought to term/ in the though of Olympian Zeus.// In whose loins will the drunken/ force of life grow now, concealed// inside the falling snow, this wood/ of birch and ash, as, veilied again,// the god, aroused, moves toward/ another bed, and time folds back// its long white sheets of snow.
Gorgeous poem
And to all a goodnight, SGLand
xoxo
TnT
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