Sanctuary A garden of graves, of bones, of places where we’ve planted our beloved dead. I love graveyards. They’re peaceful. The old stone angels stand between ancient yews, heavy with berries and death, give it a holy air. The song of the toxic trees is like a choir, music of eternal renewal and endless sleep.Continue reading “KOTW – Graveyards”
Honest reflections of a kinky witch.
Twisted Ms Quin 