“In a rush, I dream of the woods. I’m soaring over the pine tops among an outcrop of startled crows, feeling the low cloud trail in my long hair. I dream of moss-heavy rocks, my feet skimming sticky ferns, and I see the grey-haired Goddess with her hand outstretched over her cauldron.
“She is smiling at me.”
– The Wheel: A Witch's Path Back to the Ancient…
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