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36: The New witch is …

*Gudrun*

 I welcome the surroundings when we go out in the evening to another out sitting on the sejdhjal.

 Finally, I can get a respite from my confused thoughts and just enjoy the cohesion.

 The winter cold has begun to whisper between the trees as far north as we are, and we agree not to sing too long with nature.

 "Our kin will forgive us". Siri chuckles. "My old bones can no longer bear it”.

 "Yes, we are some fragile meat suits". Soleil concludes.

 "Meatsuits "? Martha looks up from the fire.

 

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