You can blanket the woods in snow. You can flood them with rain. Let the summer sun burn the trees down to their bones. Let the winds blow the ashes away.
Through it all the witch remains. Perseveres. Watches the woods grow back around her. Treasures her privacy all over again.
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Notes:
1. Written on January 9th, 2026
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