Adunaic is a dream of mine.

It was born in the mist of childhood with notions of dogs, horses and unicorns running on endless dewy meadows. It has since been perfected by long years of nothing happening and quite a few unicorns losing their horns. It has waxed and waned with varying degrees of determination of ever becoming reality. 
But the time has come. The stars are alligned. The wind is just right.

Update 12.2.2021
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Päivi Honkapää
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