MAYDAY and the gates of Annwn are open: Rhiannon on a pale horse riding out of the dawn, glimpsed first near, then far away, coming closer then receding, but closer on this day as sensuous scents from blossomed boughs sail on the morning air to steal my heart away.
Cymera ofal Pwyll rhag pryder:
Bydd Llawenydd Pryderi yn ffrwyth dy hyder
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