My weekend of circling and song went swimmingly, leaving me brimming with memories and verses to ‘Down By The Bay’ trapped in my head with no one to sing them for. We walked the land, the expanse of gardens and fruit trees and fishponds was nothing short of stunning. It will be a green paradise in the spring and summer, when flourishing flowers will be placed for passers-by to purchase. Bright is the future right now, for on that big island over there is a wild, witchy and wonderful community of women to drum, sing, love, laugh and share with.

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