The land wears frost-lace and cords of ice-hardened mud, yet still it dreams of summer. Dreams of the songs that summon the White Bone Horse of Midsummer. Percussion of hooves on cobbles, the savage snap of its jaw. – #CLNolan https://t.co/CgP84FT51w
The land wears frost-lace and cords of ice-hardened mud, yet still it dreams of summer. Dreams of the songs that summon the White Bone Horse of Midsummer. Percussion of hooves on cobbles, the savage snap of its jaw. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/CgP84FT51w
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) February 2, 2021