Autumn Harvest

Broomsticks & Cauldrons

Merry meet all,

I’m excited about the upcoming publication of my short story, The Grimm Pumpkin, in the anthology One Night in Salem, produced by FunDead Publications. I have signed the contract and finished the edits. If you go over to my Published Works page, the book is listed there. If you hover the mouse over the image of the book, you are taken by hyperlink to the publisher’s website. You can learn more about the book and where to preorder the book. I can’t wait for the book release. I am proud to be involved in this project.

The other good news is that the anthology of childrens’ poetry including my poem is also published. Not by the same publisher, but I feel great about that too. The book is also listed in my bibliography.

The next turn in the Wheel of the Year is Mabon. Its hard to…

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Mount Olivet cemetery Part 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

Merry meet all,

The harvest season is upon us. Before we know it, summer will give way to the cool crisp days of autumn. I returned to Mount Olivet cemetery today. I explored the other far side of the cemetery. I prefer the side of the cemetery close to the road. I am more familiar with that side.

I like the energy better there. I am very sensitive to energies. It feels very open for a cemetery. You would think it would look or seem shrouded in mists, bony trees and there’d be more crumbling ruins. The cemetery is open and has a feel like you were walking through a park.

Crows flew through the cemetery or perched on tombs. I paused in my step when I saw a crow resting on a tomb marker. He didn’t seem bothered by my presence at all. He flew over to a tree. I respect and fear crows. They warned me of a death in the past. I believe crows can sense if a witch is near or around them. They can remember a person. I’ve lived in my neighborhood for eight years. I am sure they know me by now. I will offer them bird seed.

As I walked through the whole cemetery, it hit me how vast the cemetery was. It also hit me just how many of the dead inhabit the cemetery. I approached a tree where I found a clean mussel shell and some heavy white rocks. A seagull was hungry in the past.

I hope to try the exercises from Michelle Belanger’s book Walking the Twilight Path soon. She has a book about becoming more familiar with death and cemeteries. I suspect I have to try the exercises under cover of night to avoid suspicion from ‘muggles’. But it is still July. I see July as a month of uninhibited fun and time to take time of from death and cemeteries. August ushers in the season of the harvest. I will begin her exercises in the autumn once it begins.

I am partial to donning cloaks and long dresses with billowing sleeves. I usually wear black too. I wear black because it attracts spirits and it is a cool color. I feel more alive in black. I like to look like a witch. I have gone to extreme efforts such as sewing lots of my own clothing. I am sure I would get glances parading around a cemetery  in my paraphernalia but honestly I don’t care. I dress for myself not for other people. Life is too short.

I can’t wait to get started on my new project. It’s so awesome that there’s a cemetery so close to where I live. That will make it easier then I can return home on the nature trail, which is also close by. All I need is a journal and an open mind.

A few more books to read if you’re interested in necromancy are Goth Craft by Raven Digitalis, Summoning Spirits and Nocturnal Witchcraft by Konstantinos, Spirit Conjuring for Witches by Barrabas, and The Witches Book of the Dead by Day. If you read all these books, you will have a more rounded amount of knowledge about honoring the dead. I would highly recommend that. You have to be careful.

There are other books available on the subject. I am suggesting these titles because I have already read them and enjoy them.

I now know how to cast off energy once I exit the cemetery that I don’t own. People should familiarize themselves with centering, grounding and shielding their energy. Then you can discard what you don’t want in your aura more effectively.

I have a new reason to anticipate autumn’s arrival. Blessings

Lady Spiderwitch

 

 

 

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Bones, Blood and Poison: The Path of Traditional Witchcraft

Source: Bones, Blood and Poison: The Path of Traditional Witchcraft

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City of the Dead- Mount Olivet Cemetery

Merry meet all,

I live near the Mount Olivet cemetery with its own claim to fame. It is where the Titanic victims were buried. I often visit there, I stroll near the graves down a path littered with tree roots, dead leaves and rotted apples. Apple trees grow on the other side of the stone wall. Though the trees appear to grow in and out of the cemetery.

A brook runs on the other side of the cemetery. The brook gurgles. I like to think of it as a vessel for spirits to travel to the Underworld. 

Trees line the outer edges of the cemetery. A crow nest rests in one of the trees. The cemetery is somewhat kept up in good condition. Crows perch on tombstones, ruffling their ebony feathers. They must sense and guide more spirits than we sense. Crows have long held the reputation of guiding spirits over to the Otherworld.

I once saw something that reeked of death and disgusted me. Our society tucks death away into a corner, glossed over, unseen. We don’t like to look at the ugly bare side of Death. We now have funeral homes, morgues and the like to take care of our loved ones when their time comes. We hand over our Elders to caretakers in special homes. We slather creams on our skin, exercise and live in eternal fear of death. It’s not going to happen to us. It is in someone else’s yard. We don’t look at it or acknowledge it. We can dye our hair and trim fat away. We crave youth. Death is real. It is the other side of life. It is inevitable. It skips alongside life from the second we are born. It skips us in our step eventually. We all have our turn. It is a question of when. Every time I see a cemetery, I am reminded of that unalterable fact.

I saw a few carpenter ants on a rotted apple in the cemetery. It occurred the day before the 1st of October. I assumed the carpenter ants were dead. They didn’t move. I studied the tree trunk. It appeared for a moment to be in the cemetery and on the outside of it by the way the trunk was shaped. Sunlight shone on the apple tree trunk. I returned my attention to the apple. Then …. one of the ants moved. I was disgusted. It was the way the ant moved that revolted me for some reason. I stared at the apple, feeling my insides churn. The ants were attracted to the taste of the apple’s fruit. I walked to another spot but I couldn’t forget it.

I don’t know why I saw that. It was in a way an embodiment of that which we most ignore: death. The decay of the body or of the flesh of the apple. A reminder of mortality. It is fitting it was witnessed within the cemetery. Egg shells abandoned by baby birds have a terrible smell. Nature is visceral, organic, raw and untamed.

Tours of the cemetery are offered to the public. There are signs posted to guide people who visit the cemetery about particular sections of the cemetery. Since I live nearby, I hike through it many times as I go to the metro transit to catch a bus. The graves of the Titanic victims are buried in a small plot. A plaque stands near the graves to inform tourists of the tragic tale of the Titanic.

So far I have only explored one side of the cemetery. I have yet to visit and acquaint myself with the other parts. I love sauntering through the cemetery, hearing twigs crunch underfoot and mashing leaves with my shoes. I like the wind in my hair. I like to think of a cemetery as its own microcosm, its own world, other, a city of the dead full of its own web of life. It holds that within. 

Do I fear death? Sure I do. But I just have my own weird perspective. I have a fear of drowning too. Every autumn, where I live, there is a lovely birch tree trunk where I see insects crawl up and down it, birds visit it, and cats climb its trunk. But in one corner of the window where I can see the tree, spiders build webs to catch insects. I’ve seen spiders catch struggling moths in its snare. I usually get grossed out then. I think death and nature are intertwined. Spiders don’t eat their prey: spiders drain the blood of their prey. The spiders check for prey when they sense a tremor in their amazing webs. Nature is beautiful and also about death. In the winter, the foliage dies back, the gardens fall under the scythe, the earth rests till spring. It happens without question, inevitable. 

I also aid in the cleanliness of the cemetery. I clean up the garbage and debris people leave on the ground. The dead deserve a clean environment for their eternal cold rest. It is disrespectful to scatter garbage everywhere. If people can do that, then it is fair to assume they don’t have respect for the dead. 

Get to know the history of your town. A great way to do that is to explore a cemetery or two on your own. It can teach you a lesson about death. Hopefully the lesson will be necessary yet not unpleasant.

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch )O(

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One Night in Salem book

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I want to tell you the good news. My short story, The Grimm Pumpkin, will be published by FunDead Publications this fall. The anthology of spooky short stories is titled One Night in Salem. My story centers around Samuel., a young student who is bullied by a classmate. He gets revenge on him by Samuel’s mother’s pumpkins, who devours the bully.

The stories span 400 years and vary in the storytelling, theme, characters and styles. The stories all share the common thread of occurring in Salem though they all happen in different decades. I can’t wait to read the anthology and look forward to seeing it in print.

I’ve never been to Salem. I made up for that by doing research at the local library. My story was first a 500-word flash fiction story published in Horror Novel Reviews: One Hellacious Halloween Volume 1 ebook and secondly in the Ezine Chicago Literati. This is the third reprint and I couldn’t be happier. It shows what can happen when you use your imagination!

The book can be preordered on the FunDead Publications website. There’s one more reason to celebrate Autumn. The website is http://www.FunDeadPublications.com for more info. Or here: https://fundead-publications.myshopify.com/products/pre-order-one-night-in-salem?utm_source

The book cover shows a pumpkin. I await the opportunity to read the scary and fantastical tales spun in the book One Night in Salem. I hope you all have a chance to read it too. 

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch

 

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Faeries Siren Song )O(

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Merry meet all,

I want to post about our winged friends. No I don’t mean screeching jays or cooing chickadees. I am talking about the fae, the faeries, our unseen allies. Or so we think. I’m a brave enough adult to dare to believe in the existence of faeries but I also know well enough when to invoke them, honor them and be careful of them.

Faeries can help us in our homes and gardens. They can protect the home and magically guard a home, help plants grow in the garden and protect it, and keep worse nasty spirits away. But where I come from, they can also enchant you to steal you away to leave you to your death!

I believe that Pleasant Bay is highly populated with the fae and spirits. The tiny fishing village where I set my novel and where I grew up is faery territory. They frolic and flit and send out siren songs to lure you to your fate. Their siren song is sung and the people who can hear them are most likely more clairvoyant.

I have strolled through the woods, the nature trails, and hiked on the mountains. As I walked, I saw flashing spots of light and felt their presence. It feels like you’re being watched but you look and nothing is there. You swear your hear giggles but again, nothing’s there. You feel an unusual need to take a certain direction on a walk through the trees but you can’t understand why you wanted to do that. That is what I mean by faeries. They choose to show themselves to you, its not the other way around. They prefer those who are faery friendly and want to help protect the environment.

But its not without its dangers. The siren songs are heard by those who possess the ability to. However, they can confuse those who are weary and unwary. A cliff presents its dangers and small ponds or lakes. Harbours are another hunting ground for faeries. They say the fae were originally blood drinkers. It is possible, I haven’t researched that enough yet. But while I am not sure they sing that siren song, I believe that they do.

Never thank a faery and never linger in their fae world for too long. Never take their food or drink or you will never return to the mortal world. Their time is different than ours. Their logic is different than ours.

Don’t turn your back on the ocean, don’t gaze into the ocean waves too long and don’t get lost on highways. I am sure some of this goes without saying. But if you don’t believe me, then go to the harbor on a foggy night and see for yourself if you are not entranced by the moody misty waves. I have been and know when to enjoy that sensual experience of waves rolling but know when to turn away and go home.

But for those who can and do sense faeries, then embrace your gift. It is a magical and should be treasured gift to sense the faeries. They don’t let themselves be known by just anyone. You must be special. You may just have a brownie or house goblin lurking within the walls of your home. Hint: They like older houses. Leave an offering of pretty silver trinkets, or milk, honey and cookies for them. And never stop believing in magick!!!

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch )O(

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Coven of the Dead

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It is often frustrating for me to feel like I am the only one who sees spirits. I am not only sure I do, I know I do. I just wish I could find others who take this as seriously as me.

When I go to a local ghost tour, it is frustrating because I am the only one there to see the ghosts and I usually go alone. I sometimes hate Halifax because it is so backwards here. I want to be somewhere where they see it as I do too. But unfortunately, that is not happening. $$-

I have had weird experiences that have forever altered the way I view the world, life and death and spirits/ ghosts. Again, I am alone on that one, alone in the sense of interaction or not with people. Spirit is always with me. However, I embrace this gift or ability or whatever it is called and don’t hide it and live my life the way I would like to.

I guess they –the muggles wish they could be as cool as me. Its odd to me too but I have learned to go with it. I don’t see it as a curse. I just want to find others like me. I thankfully live in a city with an active witch community. That helps. It is easy to feel alone or lose your enthusiasm for it or to even doubt yourself.

I wish they knew that it took years of suffering and experience for me to become as comfortable with myself as I am now. I have not lost time, I have gained it. It is all stepping stones. I know not where the stepping stones lead, but that is the fun. If I knew, I might not be on this journey. Life is a journey, not a destination. We are all spirits having a human experience, not the other way around. I keep judgment to myself. I rarely ever say what I think.

Whether its plants, a deceased pet’s spirit or a shadow person or bright light, I know spirits when I see them. I hate ghost hunting shows because they are a mockery. A falsehood. I never have to seek spirits out. Noooo. They will seek you out. They are around all the time, not only on October 31. Eternity stretches before them. They are dead but transcended into the next level of existence. I don’t know where we go when we die but we must do something. I hope its more than hanging out on this globe.

The misconception that the dead are only present on October 31 maddens me. They are dead. Death is a natural phase of life and final. It is as certain as concrete. If they were dead and yet earthbound, then why wouldn’t they be around all the time? My cat is relaxed in my house but I know I have a brownie/ faery around. My experiences are not limited to October 31- Samhain, but all year round. That I know. That confirms my belief that spirits aren’t limited to appearing only on October 31. It’s a strange thing to believe they could be so limited.

Spirits should be respected. I hate seeing litter in graveyards and will personally make efforts to keep it tidy. We like a clean room, why wouldn’t the dead? People buy all kinds of equipment then go on ghost hunts as if they expect the dead to be controlled. They are not to be controlled. They don’t think like we do. They follow logic of their own. But they will respond when respected and acknowledged. Seeing as they are the only ones to possess the answers to mans’ most sought after question of what happens after death, I think they do deserve the respect.

I have seen my pet’s spirits after they passed, sensed my aunt’s presence the night she passed, knew my father passed away by the sound of a phone conversation, seen them around my city, seen a ghost cat in my apartment, and heard odd sounds of objects moving only to discover nothing had been moved. I sensed the presences on October 31 when I held an ancestral supper. I got that treatment like I’m odd because my Mom isn’t into ancestral suppers but I enjoyed the evening anyway.

Whatever happens in the future, I am ready for it. Change is the only constant. I sense things from plants, hear messages from the wind, get messages from crows, and from dreams. I feel like the odd one but thank the Goddess I am a truly unique individual. The world has enough muggles in it.

Yesterday I prepared and offered a libation of milk and honey to Spirit in my garden. The spring season has sprung.  My garden is growing beautifully. The faeries and nature spirits aid my garden. We have a relationship of helping each other. I didn’t just offer the libation to nature spirits but to all spirits and even my ancestors. It is my way of honoring, thanking and acknowledging their efforts they perform for me. i have a great apartment with a herb and flower garden, and I live close to nature. A libation as an expression of gratitude is not so much to ask of me. But I believe that if they are honored they will continue to help. It they are not, then they will leave. The gifts and blessings will cease. Leaving an offering is one way to maintain the symbiosis of me and the spirits. A balance must be maintained. The insects expect my garden to continue and they either eat the plants or help them grow. But they do work on the garden. I never dump chemicals on my garden. I don’t  need to. 

I sensed the spirits when I am in the garden. The tenant who once lived here power washed the exterior of this apartment building. I sensed something and went outside. The spirits were angry. I placated them by smudging and a good dosage of reassurance. That satisfied them until the next day. This is why I leave the offerings not just of milk and honey, but gemstones, herbs, herbal infusions like sage tea for protection. My continued care for my garden and my acknowledgement of its importance encourages the spirits to help me. I feel so relaxed when I stand in my garden. Its not hard to understand why.

Sensing the angry  spirit’s presence felt like having an invisible child or bees buzz around me. It is the only way I can describe it. Spirits are energy and energy is not only real yet universal. Energy is real. As I type with a purring guinea pig on my lap, hot tea and a glowing candle nearby, I am reminded that energy is real.

Fear the living, not the dead.

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch )O(

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Moon Magic

 

 

 

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I’ve been watching the awesome Grimm shows with my friends Mark and Phil. I love the show. I like it because I think for once its a show that celebrates the ability to be so clairvoyant rather than treating it as evil. I like the characters Nick, Monroe, Juliette. Rosalie, Hank and Captain Reynard. I am not so sure of Adalind Schade. She is bad and does magic to hurt people. Her evil magic has potent consequences for the good guys. Like poor Juliette who is innocent is turned into a hexenbiest after Adalind sleeps with Nick disguised as Juliette. As if that wasn’t bad enough! I really love the show. It is too bad that it ended and only went to 6 seasons. I intend to buy every Grimm season on dvd.

Now that its spring, I am outdoors more. Whether that is garden gawking or strolls on the nature trail, I can’t resist being outdoors. I wish I grew mandrake ever since my first year here however I am determined to try now- and I have no intention of moving. I plan to grow monkshood, tons more mint, mugwort and moonwort. My other seedlings are growing great. I can’t wait till the frost passes to plant them. Moonflower and morning glories will add beauty to my garden. I’m ordering the seeds from Strictly Medicinal except for the mint because I trust the company for good quality certified organic seeds.

The following is borrowed from a Facebook link about the Full Moon tonight.

“Tonight will be the Full Flower Moon, named because of all the flowers blossoming and blooming at this time. May’s Full Moon is also known as the Bright Moon because it is very bright and the Corn Planting Moon because this is the time when farmers would plant corn for it to be ready for the harvest.

Like nature at this time, we are blossoming, we are growing day by day with the strength of the Sun. Like solar panels we are soaking up the Suns energy. The Full Moon is in Scorpio and it shines its light in the darkest places, encouraging us to peer in and see what’s there. Things that were once hidden will show themselves to us, we will be able to see ourselves and others in a whole new light and look at our lives more clearly.

Like a snake shedding its skin as a form of renewal, the Full Moon in Scorpio calls to each of us to shed the layers that are ready bringing a rebirth, allowing a new skin to emerge. Welcome change, allow your light to penetrate the dark areas of fear, shame and deep seated resentment that lies hidden underneath. Give yourself permission to heal and move forward in your life, use the potential of the Full Moon to symbolically die to be reborn.

On this Full Moon emotions will be raw, we may find we are feeling a flow of different emotions and a feeling of being pulled in many different directions. Let the waters of Scorpio cleanse your emotional pain and heal you of negative feelings.

The Scorpio Full Moon will bring lessons in self transformation pulling you toward a more effective destiny, such as moving on to bigger and better things. Continue to maintain balance as you clean up the residue of what is already fractured in your life to allow new and positive beginnings to start. We are now in a new era, and are on the threshold of things beginning to develop a lot more quickly than they have in recent months. While things may still feel somewhat slow, they are about to quicken in a big way.

These are magnificent times. Change and life shifts are to be welcomed. Let the energy of this Full Moon help you see where you are emotionally stuck and resistant and surrender to the universal gifts that is coming your way. Let the waters of Scorpio wash over you and heal and cleanse your spirit.

Have a Blessed Full Moon, may the Goddess watch over you.”

I will celebrate the esbat tonight.

Blessings Lady Spiderwitch )O(

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Ouija board Experience

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Today I had a neat experience. Most people fear ouija boards and for some good reason. But I don’t. I visited the local friendly Neighborhood Witch shop. I entered a section of the witch shop. What to my wondering eyes should be sitting on the glass counter top but an ouija board.

I tried it. I have an insatiable curiosity about everything in life. I held the planchette in my hand and thought about my late grandfather Alfred Timmons. I asked if he was okay and where he was. I thought that in my mind. The planchette moved. I was at first skeptical because it was my first time seeing one in my entire life.

Then the planchette did move more on its own. It moved to the upper left corner. I felt the planchette move in my hand. I held the planchette gently. It wanted to move up to the letters xy and z. I don’t know why. The witch shop does have resident spirits there. That was partly why the ouija board worked. I pulled my hand away, frightened. I stared at it with wide eyes and bated breath.

Most people believe they are evil. After that experience, I am on a high. I don’t believe they are evil. I approached the divination tool- which is what it is, with some awe and respect but no assumptions. No fire spouting demon has come after me. I want one now. Yes I will store it in my home, use it and try it with friends. Yes I will smudge, burn palo santo and draw up wards and shields. No I won’t let anyone use it for evil intentions. It depends on your intention to determine the outcome. People may have negative experiences because they believed the ouija board was an evil tool and would drastically ruin your life. They almost expect it to cause something nasty to happen. I see it differently.

I have no fear of other forms of divination. I also want a skull and decided that this one online store necromance.com would be a good choice for obtaining one. The skulls that are made of resin are much much cheaper. (Well I don’t have $2000.00. Do you? Right.) They look just like a human skull. I also want one with the lower mandible missing. To me, it would look cooler that way. A skull with a lower mandible missing can be considered silent and used to call on the dead to use in magic.

I believe that its crucial to maintain a respectful and open minded perspective towards practicing any divination. Believing that something will happen such as a car accident or a ladder collapsing on you almost determines your fate. Try having faith and being positive. This guarantees a positive outcome. 

Some people are afraid to use ouija boards or to face their own mortality. We live in a society obsessed still with wealth, status, materialism and the steeply widening gap between the rich and the poor. Witchcraft and mystical divination tools fall in between right in the cracks. 

So be happy and if you don’t feel comfortable doing divination, then don’t. You never have to do anything you don’t want to do but having respect for it helps. It protects you. Good luck in your divination !!!

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch )O(

 

 

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Possessed Dolls

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Merry meet all,

I don’t believe in dolls being possessed. I saw a clip from the movie Annabelle. I don’t have the courage to watch that movie. The clip was a scary sewing scene. Well if anyone has paid attention to my previous posts, I do a lot of sewing. It is hard enough not to stitch my fingers. Quite often, the pins stab my fingers. See? So I don’t need that movie scene adding to my fears. Thimbles were invented for a reason.

But I digress. I have read about possessed dolls. I thought I would try writing my own story. I read a fascinating yet morbid story online about an ancient doll that had a human tongue. Ew. If that doesn’t irk you, what will eh? I was intrigued. I had to keep reading the story. It was fiction of course. There is no way that tale can be true… I hope. The doll suckled on the poor young man. The doll gained his human skin. The man got the doll’s skin. It hurt. It itched. It glowed. He could do nothing about it. He returned to finish the doll off and then he figured out the reason why his grandmother never spoke a word to him. The doll had his grandmother’s tongue. The doll was locked away in the attic.  Eerie.

The other famous possessed doll is Robert the doll. Even that story gave me shivers. I find it eerie that a doll can move on its own and have such an effect on a person. But the idea still interests me. A doll can be so unassuming, so innocent and possibly harmless. Who would suspect a doll? The trick to a good story is to involve an object that has no menace in it and make it Stephen King-esque menacing.

Sometimes when I am working out story ideas, I work it out in my head, not on paper. Then I type at the keyboard. That is the phase I am in currently. A story needs to have more than a doll terrorizing a family. It has to have the depth, fear, and heaps of reality. A realistic story is going to give your readers the royal chills more than anything else. A reader should be able to say ‘yes, I can see this happening.

I hope I’ve encouraged all you secretive Mary Wollsteonecrafts and aspiring Edgar Allan Poes out there to pen your own horrifying tales.

Now for my account of a memorable experience in Pleasant Bay!!

One summer starry night, I saw the Northern Lights in Pleasant Bay. The dark sky was glowing with streaks of fiery mauves, purples and oranges. It was amazing to behold. I hope you get to see the Nothern Lights someday!!!!

Good luck writing!!

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch )O(

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