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.
A beloved community elder had fallen gravely ill and was in need of healing.
Word went around that on such-and-so a day, at such-and-so a time, people should cast their circles and make love within them to this end.
And so it was.
“I love this religion,” said one.
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