My Book Of Shadows
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Last published Tue, Feb 22, 2022
I am a baby cosmic which who decided to make an online book of shadows (mainly because I can't read my own handwriting). Enjoy! Also, I'll let y'all know if the spells are mine or not, and if they are, and you'd like to put them in your online Book Of Shadows, please credit me!
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