Even back in pagan days, witches were different.
They lived in cities and ran things, like government and armies.
We lived in the sticks and tried to raise enough to get us through the winter.
They worshiped Younger Gods, the ones with human faces.
We still worshiped the Old Gods, the untamed powers, the wild.
They went to temples to pray.
We went to the woods to dance.
Their priests wore white linen.
Ours—if anything at all—wore black, and probably wool.
Their gods had beautiful statues.
Ours had trees and standing stones, the woman in white clay, the man with horns.
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So some us remembered Acteon as the God of the hunt before Artemis came along. Some of us would have worshipped Hermaphroditus as
