MIYA ALSIP A Witch’s Tune
She hums to an unknown lullaby as she stirs, counterclockwise as to set in protections. Her hips sway slightly to the mysterious tune she creates. Softly lilting the tune now, she places her utensil down in wait for the next stirring. She turns gently, the ends of her cotton dress flowing around her knees. The young woman walks from her kitchen; it’s small but she prefers it that way. She glides into her living room, dancing lightly to the music pulling gently out of her as if she was in a dream. Twirling ever so gently to her own song, she glances around her little home, from her favorite corner of the couch, to her reading nook up in the loft. She analyzes each little leaf on her plants, noticing that they seem to expand across the room a little more every day. Her body pauses while her voice still sings a song with no lyrics. Her gentle mouth turns up into a small, pleased smile. Yes, her home is small but it was hers and she had dreamed about it for years. Moving again, she picks up a cup to continue watering her little green friends. Humming now, as she finishes watering the last two plants. With cup in hand, she then turns again to the kitchen, bare feet padding gently in the direction of the stove. Placing the cup in the sink next to the stove, she takes up the utensil again. She hums, stirring counterclockwise to set the intention of protection for any in need who eat it.
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