Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Fearless
Those two boys are walking awfully close, I thought.
As they came nearer, I saw why.
They were holding hands.
Beep beep beep.
As the car went past, I saw that it was our coven's newest member.
Witch said the sticker on the bumper.
I raise my hand in salute to fearless youth.
You gods to whom my people make their prayers: may I never, ever, be too old to learn.
For AE
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