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Evolver Social Movement "I do believe in an everyday sort of magic—the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone." Charles de Lint photo credit: Segovia Amil

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I had a sister, once. We took turns being night and day, sun and moon. Eventually, I had to eclipse her. I still feel her, every now and then, at the right time of year. I think of her hair and how she burned out, trying to keep me from my goals. I still have a scrap of her around here, somewhere...  Season Of The Witch - A Southern Gothic Tale

I had a sister, once. We took turns being night and day, sun and moon. Eventually, I had to eclipse her. I still feel her, every now and then, at the right time of year. I think of her hair and how she burned out, trying to keep me from my goals. I still have a scrap of her around here, somewhere... Season Of The Witch - A Southern Gothic Tale

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