we walk. are you blessed, or do you work your blessings?
younger and hearing my grandmother speak the word 'london' like an incantation; world centre, a hub of the universe.
a concrete maze of graft.
is it the end of the world? no. just the end of the night...and you're waiting for the bus.
believe in the ways of magick?
are you beginning to wonder why?
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