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.
The Rising of the Moon
We're all born pagan.
Anything else, you have to be made into.
The end that those who look to the end of days see is their own.
But we were here before, we've never gone away, and after, we'll still be here.
Pagan.
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brilliantly worded! thanks!