‘Echo of traditions carried in a gentle stride, With stars in their satchels and fire in their hope, They bear the world between the sheepfold and the porch. Clear silences in the saddle, gazes lost in the distance, An endless prayer spoken as they walk… The distant sound of sheep and the clear souls of shepherds Write in the dust of the road an old and living universe. This is a wild potion like you never smelled before made from fur tincture, created only for the brave ones and wild souls.’ – Adi ele Van
