Tag: scrying
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On This Our Darkest
Happy Solstice to You. My Loves, How do I say, “I’ll see you soon?” In the cold and deepened evening after sunset we are stoking our small fire. No matter what the stars are trying to say, the hearth was made for a different kind of light. Punctuations mark this and every year, if only…
Ecstatic Agendas 