The Priestess and the Bee
I stood before the shaman, slightly nervous. Why? I had done this so many times before. Maybe it was all of the photographers around or maybe it was how she could instantly read me. Maybe I was unnerved by the depths of eclipse season and what had been arising and alchemizing within me, my deepest fears brought to the surface.
As she cleansed the front …
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