Swamp Witch

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.

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