Wind And Magick

It is a little once upon a time midnight, and so I sat down at the workstation it was Tuesday. So now it is early Wednesday and the merge is blowing in the role of banshees out-of-doors. Stuck-up flurry is on the way. The merge is endemic down the give vent to, even whilst the outlet is impenetrable. All kinds of stuff are rattling and volcanic activity and knocking all participation the district out-of-doors. In general I love the merge, but this seems a bit too much on a pitiless winter's night. And the lights are shining.

I am up following (or early, depending on approach). A load of stuff going on that are keeping me watchful. I can't chat about it seemly now, by chance taking into consideration this week. Not-good-things. I know that is not fair to lift no matter which and after that garbage to tutor in new-found. But I know my high-priced blog-world friends force understand.

And now I am frightened to go on on the workstation much longer, the lights are clearly dimming off and on. My baby put a little flashlight in my seize at an earlier time he climbed upstairs to bed. My notebook by chance requests to be tie up down in disagreement of power outage.

I have doubts about it is time to get out my cauldron, light a put together of candles, slash out some herbs and incense. Gait for a spell or two to help out with stuff. Midnight is the witching hour. And by chance use some of the Invent power that is blowing all participation. Have to go....magick is afoot.

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