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I'm a witch. I refuse the word bleak for the land. You see a wideness of empty mud, a storm-growl sky. I see the gift of puddled scrying mirror, tellings of harvest in reflected clouds. I hear the song of green tomorrows, lovemaking in the barley. – #EmilyBanting #WitchWednesday

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The witch's tree is not hazel, blackthorn or ash. It is any damn tree she chooses to hold a conversation with. She hears it mutter in winter sleeping, is there to say its bare bones look beautiful as it pulls on spring's green robes. – #EmilyBanting #WitchWednesday #GothicSpring

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When asked why I love winter, I answer it is because trees have a secret alphabet best learnt in those harsh months when they are stripped to their wooden bones. The response to my statement tells me whether I have a firm friend or a tepid talker as my questioner. – #EmilyBanting

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I still say the best "curse" I have ever heard is in the early episodes of @oldgodspod and starts with something like "Let there be green."
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For the land is the witch’s temple. The slow brook sings prayers for her. Trees whisper wisdom. The core of our witchery is relationships to the green powers. These are made strong and fierce in the feral spaces of wood, hedge and shore. - #EmilyBanting, 1981 #WitchWednesday
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Those who wear #witch as queen of the night on #Halloween are usually the most ignorant of the fact that the witch is both queen of the night and of the day on 364 other occasions in the bloody year. - #EmilyBanting, 1981 #WitchWednesday

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