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Odin and the Tower

By Harry S AOR Nothing could escape Odin’s eye when he sat in his High Seat of Hlidskjalf. He would cast himself onto its velvet upholstery, and let his mind move over all the worlds. One particular day, not so long ago in the memory of our people, he sat there and gazed over the multiverse.

Onwards, Our Folk!

A poem by Suzi Marsden in honour of all those who have fallen in defence of faith, folk and family.