The Magick of Resurrection | GayWitch.com
I’ve died in silence more times than I can count. But like the resurrection plant, I never forgot how to return. It was summer vacation, and the first time I remembered drying up. I pulled myself inward like tiny, fragile branches, my heart, voice, and spirit wrapped around me tight like a cocoon that would […]
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