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The Hedge Witch & the Devil's Snare (#RetellingsUnite)

Dream_Craziness

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Reads 145
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Parts 1
Time <5 mins

Dream_Craziness

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Have you ever wondered why the Datura stramonium - otherwise known as Jimson Weed or the Devil's Snare to name a few common names - is a strong hallucinogen and fatally toxic if not taken in the right doze? And why does it only blooms at night? 
  
  Read on to find the answers, if you dare...
  
  ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ--ღ 
  
  This is my entry for the #RetellingsUnite Creation short story contest, hosted by @RetellingsUnite. 
  Happy Reading ღ
  
  Word Count: 905
  
  ©Missy De Graff 2016 | WattpadAll Rights Reserved

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