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Earth Child
The days lasting rays bleed into the cold grip of night. Moon pregnant and full. The wheel ever spinning changing from Samhain into Yule. My path is ever changing. Neither black nor white. Rules mother earth bestowed to me, gracefully I accept her. Wild and wondrous, I am one with the wild beast. Every herb,berry, and leaf harvested I soothe and heal. Wild flower,woman of medicine, child of the ...
Tuesday 19th April 2016 4:51 am
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