IMAGINE: it's the Winter Solstice, it's cold and dark outside, sintering snow blankets and quiets the world. But the Coven is together, celebrating the shadow time. Suddenly, the power goes out. The lights go off. The music stops. The only sounds we hear are each others' voices and the crackling of the fire. We gather to huddle around the hearth, wrapped in blankets, cider still warm in our mugs to read poems by candlelight, tell stories and laugh. We are Witches, we make our own light. Merry Yule. Happy talking together. www.missingwitches.com/its-the-missing-witches-yuletide-special-2025
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