- On the eve of Candlemas, witches dance at the crossroads, a liminal time at the end of winter before the last feast of Christmastide. For our last #winterfolklore story, we go to the west of France in the 16th century and hear a grim tale of theirs. Read it below. 🎨 Rosalie Lettau
- "The air smelled of wax and smoke as they danced. The goat spoke, its voice low and knowing. One by one, they kissed its hindquarters, their lips cold as they whispered the name of a dying king." www.tumblr.com/whatthecrowt...
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