Woodchuck and Fa Arts
By: Kate Finn
It was a place where an ancient tree grew surrounded by the offerings from those in search of a cure for their woes and protection from their foes.
I drove a single toxic copper coin into its bark, a ritual to ask the universe to absorb all of my disease and to provide a solution to the what ifs and why nots of my existence.I’m still waiting.
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