The Cailleach

Beware the Cailleach for she is the cruel, cold earth…

She is the harsh, biting wind.

The bearer of storms.

She is death.

She is life.

She is renewal.

Growth.

A guardian, a creator, a destroyer.

Each line, each wise crease in her weathered, fierce face a remnant of winters passed and those yet to come.

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