
Poetry
Witch Sisters III
Driving through autumn’s fading gold on Longwood Drive, the sky turns a deep purple in my mind.
October 27, 20123 min read
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Driving through autumn’s fading gold on Longwood Drive, the sky turns a deep purple in my mind.

Autumn brings memories of the witch sisters, family tales told as oak leaves turn russet and skies grow heavy.

The Witch Sisters emerge from childhood imagination, blending art and storytelling into lasting memories.