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14 March 2017-She is a witch with the soul of a dreamer. She travels between worlds, unlearning thousands of years of conditioning. she has moondust in her lungs and stars in her eyes. She is a child of the cosmos, a child of the moon. With her voice, she honors the souls of her ancestors and with magick in her veins she will honor her gods. She weaves spells into songs and she spins the galaxies into words. She sacrifices to war goddesses and tricksters and she bears her beliefs in ink on her skin for all to see.  She borrows her names from her gods and her honor from her decedents. She forms oaths with her life's blood and reads the fates from stones and signs. She does not bow or bend knee to her gods, but instead embraces and loves them. You will find her dancing in the shallows of a river to the music the wind makes. Her bible is the delicate veins on the bottom of a birds wing. She believes in giant sycamores that are mottled and stark against winter skies. When you ask where she comes from, she will tell you of the drums in the forest and the gentle flames rising to the skies. Her laughter is unchecked and bursting forth from her chest. She might tell you she was birthed of a puddle of moonlight, or of the fire's light dancing in a lover's gaze. She may tell you of the earth that made her body, the stone that made her bones; or maybe the rain that made her blood and the storming winds that gave her breath. The rising trees are her temple walls; the soft wet soil beneath her bare feet are the marbled temple floors; the stars and sky are her temple's ceiling and the fireflies are her candles.  The earth is where she prays, digging her roots deep in the land with her gods at her side. She fears no giant before her as she is a warrior maiden with gifts beyond that giant's imagination. She walks with ancients and the universe flows through her with no restrictions. She falls in love whenever she can and moans the names of ancient powers behind her lips. Girls like her are born in a storm and have lightning tongues and a thunderous heartbeat, a chaos surging through her core. She takes journeys to the unknown and comes back changed. Do not kiss her if you fear storms, for she never speaks in whispers. She will run barefoot through the forests screaming heathen songs with the force of mountains. She curses too loud and laughs too often, unafraid of who may hear her. She has no time for regrets and accepts her mistakes with the grace of a goddess. She bows to no man and stands tall against her aggressors. When you fall in love with material things, she is busy loving the stars and how they twinkle across the ocean's waves. She will never fear the dark, for it welcomes her like an old friend. When you ask her why she cries, why she weeps so heavily, she will show you the towering metal giants where her beautiful forests once stood and she will show you the inky black of her once sparkling waters.