Time out for poetry an’ shit.34MAGSep 29, 2020Sign up to like postSubscribeLoginPrivacyTermsInformation collection noticeShare This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight...”“Yeah, sure. Whatever,” said DRUID.BACK TO THE GARDEN BY WILLIAM VERDIGRIS 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 28This post is for paying subscribersSubscribeAlready a paying subscriber? Sign in