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| With Briars in my hair . . . . |
| You'll find me at the end of the forest and my path has disappeared behind me. I do not want you to follow me, but I have stories to share. Tidbits of wisdom, like the briars and sticks twisted into my hair, are here for the taking. Being a witch in the woods, on the edge of paganism, is not an easy path. But much easier than being someone I'm not, and ignoring the songs I hear when the wind whistles through the trees is something I just can't do. |
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| Yellow violas and rue in one of our many gardens. |