Let’s play in the muck and grime, cloudy waters have always been safer than the clear. There’s comfort in the grit, the embrace of the wildness the confidence in the chaos something is always decaying. The swamp does not desire to appear as anything but a place where death and birth thrive. Oh what great magic brews below stained feet. I will be a swamp witch until the day I die.
Swamp Witch
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Holistic Psychotherapist in New Orleans, Louisiana. Active participant in local spiritual communities and enjoys therapeutic personal writing and expressive art. Mags experiences fashion as empowering adornment and thrives on movement including trapeze arts and climbing anything that feels somewhat stable. When pursuing her degrees in psychology, she minored in Creative Writing. View all posts by Magdalena
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