Remembering Prue
(words spoken by the wiccan priest as she unties a knotted rope)
That which belongs to the fellowship and Love
Which belongs to the circle
Remains without as the wheel turns to day
So our sister has passed into night
Nothing is final
And we who remain behind know that we will once again share the bread and wine with our sister
Oh blessed spirit
We bid you farewell
For you await a new destiny
(She places the untied rope into a goblet)
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