"Sacrifice followed by reward, and nothing but love."
The stones had spoke to me when tossed out of the bottle and onto my homemade Ouija board.
I wasn't sure at which stage of life I was currently in. I'm surrounded by love, from almost every direction. That truly matters if I may die tonight. I've made many sacrifices. I'd been rewarded greatly. My pride stood in the way in most, if not all, of these phases of my life. Yet, there was nothing but immaculate love.
Yesterday, my son and I made broomsticks out of branches and twigs from the dead Weeping Witch of the Wests' back yard. We stole them from there and made some incredibly magical broomsticks for ourselves. Can something truly be stolen from a dead witch?? We played in the garage together. We sat and we talked in the grass, in the Spring sun, soon to be Summer sun, my son and I.
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