Lost in poetry (in pictures)

My witch taught me to have my my spells ready whenever needed and in these images, I collected one that I used whenever I needed a reminder that the winter will end and the sun will rise again. And that the path is not going to disappear, as soon as I close my eyes. Because …

…how else does a soul learn these things?

Published by Mistress Witch writes

About the historical horror of living. Drafting my witching novel. Chasing dark, forgotten and haunted tales.

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