Natural Witchery

November… Still warm and quiet evening in the English forest. Smell of fallen oak leaves, soil, smoke of faraway bonfire gently touching one’s nose. The forest is still full of natural aromatic things: moss, bark, leaves, ferns… Autumn keeps so much.

One stands at the highest hill and can see far away. One is everywhere, can do everything. One is a part of nature, as we all are…

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