Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Posted on February 1, 2016
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These past few years, Imbolc in Leeds has been a bit of a grey, damp affair. Wet, cold and uninspiring if taken at face value. As a witch in tune with her Celtic roots, face value is of little worth to me, so these…
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