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The smell of incense fills my nose,

It travels through my spirit,

The white candle gives me light to read by.

Earth, air, fire and water,

North, South, East and West.

The moon is waning gibbous not that is visible tonight,

Bolts of lightning lights up the sky,

Thunder causes my room to shake.

An' it harms none, do what thou wilt,

Evil and good comes back times three.

My temple is my home,

The place my heart and spirit is safe and pure,

I and my sisters will meet by the tree stump under the full moon.

The circle is now complete,

Worship of nature,

Blessed be.


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