June 10, 1691
Dear Diary,
The flowers have begun to grow stronger, I suppose I shall take this as a good omen. I write to you sitting under my favorite oak yet again, for the shade provided from thy leaves gives a rather pleasant breeze all the while the leaves sit chattering away. My birthday was two days ago, the towns folk were very kind in giving me gifts of gratitude for healing them of their illnesses; I am merely sufficed that they do not fear me or my family name any longer. There are those that do good and there are those that do evil in this realm, yet the line defining the two remains thin. Know thy place, never forget, for those around thou shan't forget either.
Farewell,
Guinevere Petrova
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The Diary of Guinevere Petrova
Historical Fiction"Lost" Diary of Guinevere Petrova. A 19 year old Wiccan who lived during the Salem Witch Trials era.
