She has a new spell.
She must first smudge the altar.
Time for her witchcraft.
She has a new spell.
She must first smudge the altar.
Time for her witchcraft.
I feel so broken.
I feel lost and so alone.
Depression is hard.
Grey, cloudfilled sky pours water down like a faucet.
Inside, looking out.
Rain on the window.
Grey, cloudfilled sky pours water down like a faucet.
Lightning.
Thunder.
Trees and grass bend with the wind.
Hot. Dry. Thirsty.
Cool. Wet. Refreshed.
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