Daughter of the wilderness
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Last published Sun, Oct 7, 2018
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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