Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Overheard
Jeez, block's really parked up tonight.
Yeah, it's the Witches.
Witches?
Yeah, first day of Spring today. One of their big shindigs, first day of Spring.
It is?
Yeah, it's like this every year, first day of Spring. That's what they do, I guess: make the seasons change, and such.
Sure wish they'd got around to it a little sooner, then. Been a bitch of a Winter.
Tell me about it. Swear I just about wore out the snow shovel this year.
You and me both. Witches, hunh? Who'd a thunk.
Yeah. Well, see ya round. Hey, happy Spring.
Yeah, you too. Sure wish they'd go back to brooms.
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