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You are a WITCH woven from the strings of a windchime. You sew your own clothes from spider silk and moonbeams. Your magic spawns from your charming smile. You know what it means to be stung, scabbed, or swatted, to rise from the throes of death to dance. DANCE, DANCE, DANCE!
You are a WITCH woven from the strings of a windchime. You sew your own clothes from spider silk and moonbeams. Your magic spawns from your charming smile. You know what it means to be stung, scabbed, or swatted, to rise from the throes of death to dance. DANCE, DANCE, DANCE!