Last night I found myself wandering back through time. I lay my body down to sleep and my soul slips out to set sail on the old currents that still sometimes lap at my shore.

Last night I found myself wandering back through time. I lay my body down to sleep and my soul slips out to set sail on the old currents that still sometimes lap at my shore.

On mulberries, Milton and the very best Aquarian spell that ever I weaved for my writing. She’s growing beautifully, darklings.