The Season of the Sovereign Witch đđ„
Thereâs something about late September that always wakes the wild woman in me. Maybe itâs the way the air shifts from no longer summerâs heavy breath but a crisp whisper, scented with woodsmoke and possibility. Maybe itâs the whisper of Samhain on the horizon, the ancient new year of witches and wise ones. Or maybe […]
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