Daughter of the wilderness
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There is beauty in the setting sun. There's magic in the woodland glade. There are incredible things around us, if only you would stop and look.
I do. I see. And I write. I speak of the sparrow's. the finches, the deer. The so called "Witches" Because they are who they are. I speak of wolves, running through the land. I speak of Goddesses and leaves and the sun and moon. I speak of light. I speak for all those who cannot.
I speak for the wilderness.
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