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On a cloudy morning, the humans all quiet but a hummingbird and two other birds flying over me in turn on their way to the great oak tree, I blóted Tíw, Fosite, Hlín, Syn, Vár, Þorgerðr Hǫlgabrúðr, and Irpa in the yard with the last of the bottle of wine.
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