The Witch, Dark Matters and Magick.
Here in the dark, when I just am, it doesn’t matter. It isn’t matter. I’m fluid, no longer frozen light but endless waves lapping at the ocean of being.
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An Almost Kind of Love: You Never Quite Get There.
There are no promises in an almost kind of love. You get half-commitments and loose plans, but overall it is too fluid to be anything solid.
