The witch is friend to the small gods of neglected places. She knows the limits of their domains – this corner of wood, this edge of field – and still she sings to them. Her songs are part of the long memory of the land. We catch their echo. = Emily Banting, 1981 #WitchWednesday
A bunch of technomancers in the fediverse. Keep it fairly clean please. This arcology is for all who wash up upon it's digital shore.