0:00.0	I'm You're listening to Druidcast, episode 152.
0:30.7	Music I'm I'm I'm
0:38.3	I'm
0:40.3	I'm I rode a white horse over our fink Hill, and the moon lit the valley below.
1:18.6	Wolves ran ahead of me, scenting the prey, I followed their tracks through the snow.
1:28.3	The circle of seasons was turning again, winter but soon as it holds.
1:38.3	The moonlight appeals to me. Snow has its charms.
1:47.6	My kind do not feel the cold.
1:52.0	I'm not. I row the white horse over Uffington hell
2:08.9	And the sun was still gilding the land
2:11.8	Snow light was bleeding across from the sea
2:15.7	I met with fire in my hand the circle of seasons was turning again for all that the spring had come late
2:25.3	the quickening air held a promise and more but my kindie to wait I rode
2:35.0	I rode a white
2:48.0	And the valley
2:50.0	Was festival dressed.
2:52.6	Afternoon me, all rich with their fruit, a garlet in me with their best.
2:58.6	Queen saw that step from her crown as the circle of seasons while spinning once more.
3:05.6	Everything changes
3:07.7	Everything dies
3:09.3	But my kind go on as before
3:12.3	I rode I rode a white horse over Uppington Hill, unseen like wraith in the mist, frost cracking underfoot, everything shone like the eyes of the bird in my wrist.
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