11 September 2009
Riddle me this?
seven sot,
six sprung,
from the dead the living come.
Bird sat on a dead tree and laid her eggs. six birds hatched. one fell out.
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southern folk magic
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bottletree diaries is a collection of inspirations,observations and practices of someone who walks in both worlds. i am a hereditary rootworker, conjure artist and medicine maker. everything i got been handed down to me. my rants here are solely for my own pleasure and practice, as i am hoping to one day have the honor of being that woman whose house children are afraid to walk by...
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