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Now into a British wilderness, where a green man hides in each card, his face a living part of the landscape. Each card is linked to the ogham, rethought as divinatory system. We people of the hollow hills know the wisdom in each tree, for trees hold a different time. Open your arms to the birch and its whisper of new beginnings, nod to the heavy red berries of the rowan, ever the protector. It is your time to walk the ancient woodlands.
Now into a British wilderness, where a green man hides in each card, his face a living part of the landscape. Each card is linked to the ogham, rethought as divinatory system. We people of the hollow hills know the wisdom in each tree, for trees hold a different time. Open your arms to the birch and its whisper of new beginnings, nod to the heavy red berries of the rowan, ever the protector. It is your time to walk the ancient woodlands.
