A major, long term magical/psychological experiment has reached it's end. I've come out the other side and conclusions are being drawn. And I am shedding like a damned snake. I've had this happen before, upon going through a doorway at the conclusion of a long term magical project. I know of other magical workers who have dealt with far worse physical manifestations as they move from one state to another. I just wish I wasn't so itchy.
Editors note: I am not using metaphor, this is a very physical reaction I am describing, and it is somewhat disconcerting (and itchy!).
John Barleycorn Must Die — Music for Lughnasadah
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