A witch mourning a dead tree from behind a wire... In these times, so much seems so appropriate and so symbolic and, do I dare say, so normal... https://t.co/B8wByKwLmc
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) September 27, 2020
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
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