End of round five. lots of side effects. feeling optimistic. time to raise a glass of fizzy water.
‘And joy to those who celebrate the breaking up of weapons, who take a stand to raise a hand against oncoming slaughter. And joy to those who strive to give a voice to those with none, the fosterer of errant son and sire of wild daughter….And joy to those who’d use their songs as clues to find their clan, but woe to those who’d use them to enslave their fellow man or their fellow woman’. Merry Christmas to all of you in my clan. Cridhe. xo