The young witch rose,
yawned,
stretched,
and scratched her head
with both hands,
then she sat at the foot of the bed,
the great gloomy house
overlooking the rapid streams,
nestled in her dreams,
she looked to the door,
and she saw her mother on the floor,
and she could see a man forming beneath her eyes,
he sloped down gradually,
even though she didn’t, he sensed her...
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