Come little children, I'll take thee away,
Into a land of enchantment.
Come little children, the time's come to play,
Here in my garden of magic.
Come little children, the time's drawing near,
Halloween night is waning.
Come little children, ride with me tonight,
It's not a night for abstaining.
Come little children, now follow me home,
Not a one of you need worry.
Come little children, the time's come to roam,
Come follow me now please hurry.
Come little children, there's magic to see,
Here in my garden of mystery.
Come little children, in to my abode,
Tomorrow you all will be history.
Garden of Mystery (Author unknown; if you can uncover them lemme know)
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“There's this myth that everyone who loves or connects with the earth lives on a farm or in the middle of the woods but that isn't true. Anyone can develop a relationship with the earth, no matter what part of it they currently happen to be standing on.”
- Paige Vanderbeck, Green Witchcraft
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The difference between a Grimoire and a book of shadows
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reblog to make your blog smell like pumpkin, rain, fog, and a brewing potion inside your cozy witch hut. ⛧☾༺
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