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Ami McKay
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September 16 - October 22, 2019
Beauty seeks attention. Intelligence commands it.
“Luck,” of course, according to her aunt, “is what happens when preparation and opportunity collide.”
By knot of one, my spell’s begun. By knot of two, it will come true. By knot of three, so may it be. By knot of four, this power I store. By knot of five, my spell is alive. By knot of six, the spell I fix. By knot of seven, the future I’ll leaven. By knot of eight, my will be fate. By knot of nine, what’s done is mine!
She wanted to believe—in miracles, in fate, and in witches too.
Witches see to things best sorted by magic: sorrows of the heart, troubles of the mind, regrets of the flesh. This is what we do. That is who you are.”
“Buds, berries, leaves, and roots . . . keep a girl healthy, wealthy, and loose!”
Of course the act of drinking tea was, in and of itself, quite troublesome, as it had been known to lead to all sorts of sins: idleness, gossip, political activity, subversive thinking.
she takes on many forms—the healer, the fortune-teller, the academic, the suffragist, the spiritualist—all in an effort to lead others astray. TRUE women of GOD do not trouble themselves with such matters. TRUE women of GOD know and obey HIS laws.
So long ago but still you can hear people saying that...
Her question: When will it end? Her cards: Deceit. Ruin. Death. Adelaide’s answer: Not until you leave him or he’s dead. Mrs. Blanchard’s response: It’s easier to kill a man than to divorce him, I’d guess.
“Do you really think we can play the war card again? How long can we get away with waving the bloody shirt?” “It worked for Hayes,” the portly one replied.
hello it's 2019. Warcard still works wonders for polititians in the USA. So good luck xD
MY WIFE JOINED THE SUFFRAGISTS, AND I’VE SUFFERED EVER SINCE!
Poor lonely boi.
“This realm of the living is a palace of forgetting. Birth gives us life, but leaves us blind to all other worlds. We witches, we wisewomen, seek to touch all that’s been forgotten.
