The Animus Dreams of St Gabrielus’s Weather Vane

‘When, On Christmas Day the North Wind blows true I point heavenly in the direction the good wind blows.’ ‘And then 364 other days of weather, blow me, I’m left and right and all around, around and around, around and around, around and around.’ ‘The birds shit on me, on me, and all around me,Continue reading “The Animus Dreams of St Gabrielus’s Weather Vane”