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April 1, 2019
Baba
Oh let me be
Baba Yaga.
I will scream
in the trees,
caper in my hut
on chicken legs.
With my mortar and pestle
I will grind the bones
of lying leaders
and chew their entrails
in my iron teeth.
I will wash the feet
of the resisters,
my sisters.
We will turn our backs
and all that does not serve
just cause.
Tarot of the Crone--Seven of Swords--Imagination--I have the power to travel along roads I have not seen.
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