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Ground Ivy: The Bitter Ale Companion

And where beech trees had mixed a pale green light, With the ground-ivy’s blue, he saw a stage, Whited than curds, its eyes the tint of the sea, Because it stood upon his path and seemed, more hands in height than any stag in the world.

W. B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats, 1934


Cover art by Henry Sutton

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Isla Skye

Isla is an American Irish mother of 3, teacher, author and herbalist that splits her time between the states and Ireland. She has been studying folklore as well as the druids and related practices for over 20 years. Her hobbies are family time, reading, camping, hiking, spending time with her many animals as well as writing and research.


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