A note to Diana Wynne Jones

It's chill at dawn / but no gooseflesh prickles The gray fog admits of / neither day nor night The many ways meet / not in darkness but in fog The many ways lead / not to peril But to all possible worlds. Call to Raven / and he answers, in three. The way is chosen / the fog lifts.


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