The witch reaffirms the nagging voice inside that's been telling me to take care of some fundamental things. She is confident that the direction I've taken is the right one. This news is good. It's hot where she is, hotter than usual, and bone dry. The earth, she says. Revere her.
Years have passed but still sometimes when I lay down on my side to sleep I remember what it felt like to have you sleeping here close beside me. How perfect. Holy.
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