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Posted on January 16, 2021
Sometimes there was nothing by white deep drifting for a long section, but looking ahead, I could see the old path and then I would cut a new(ish) trail to meet up with the tracings of the old one.
Category: Check Ins - Life and Work, Rituals/Recipes and other Witchy Bits, Sanctuary (Novel in Progress), Uncategorized, Writer's Life, WritingTags: begin again, Labyrinth, river, snow, Spiral, the land
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