What is witchcraft?
What is magic?
The warmth of the new sun at 7 o'clock on a July morning.
The silence, the din, the stillness, of the birds and the insects rising at dawn.
The smell of newly-thawed earth in spring.
The first bud on the tree.
The curl of the fiddlehead spiraling open.
The morning fog glimmering on the strands of the spider's web.
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The pitch and toss of the sea when the wind howls wild.
The blue-grey and white foam and the smell of salt stirring in the air.
The rumble of distant thunder and the pale yellow glow in the sky as the storm closes in.
The exact moment the gathering shadow breaks open, and it starts to pour rain.
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The play of moonlight piercing the pitch-black of the forest at night.
The heady smell of dew-damp earth.
The close comfort of the darkness wrapped around you like a shroud.
The sweet tingle of instinctive apprehension, when you hear the rustle-crack of wildlife stirring in the black around you.
The feel of watchful eyes from the shadow, out of sight.
Soft earth, sharp stone, and cool grass beneath bare feet.
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The flicker and play of flame licking hungry at the air.
The heat rushing over you like water as you stand in a circle around the bonfire.
Sweat on your brow and a chill at your spine.
The fluttering sashay of robe and gown in the dance of candlelight.
The silhouette of a figure outlined against the firelight, surrounded by velvet night.
Life force tingling in your fingertips and toes.
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The thud of footfalls against the ground in steadily quickening rhythm.
The bite of exhaustion in your muscles as you swing your arms over your head with the dance.
Letting your wild soul take form around you, feathers and fur and claws.
Howling at the moon as her light casts pale silver light amidst the murky blue-black.
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The quiet thrill of old, forbidden knowledge and long-forgotten secrets.
The small spark of mischief in you, the quirk of your lips in a small grin.
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Feeling the pulse of blood, thick and dark and sacred in your veins.
Feeling it change. Feeling it slow to match the cadence of the drums.
Beat.
Beat.
Beat.
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