Charging the Bones

Methinks: it’s time again.

Southern Fried Witch

Well, I’ve been afraid of changing cause I’ve built my life around you.  But time makes you bolder, children get older.  I’m getting older, too.

Fleetwood Mac, Landslide

SFW ( yor’ local deep fried witch) recently lolled about and amuck on Jekyll Island, Georgia for a week.  There was fried oyster shenanigans, low country boil tomfoolery and none of us looked at a watch when dumping 5 buck wine in our coffee cups.  Somewhere between too much smoke and too little sleep, a super moon showed up–appropriately on the astrological Beltane eve–and this lil’ ol’ witch tiptoed down to the sand with a bottle and bare feet.  And so . . . my big toe went to work, crafting circles and carving names, while the youngest picked a guitar in blue moonlight on the rocks.  Several folks thought it a good idea to traipse down and ponder the symbols in the…

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