Susan had a rule.  In the mornings, no one said anything to anybody — not even “good morning” — until after the first cup of coffee was consumed.  It was a rule she brought with her from Short Mountain Sanctuary, a Radical Faerie intentional community in Tennessee that she’d been involved with for a couple…

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The ritual circle at Taz and Alex’s house was the main feature of their verdant back yard.  It was eighteen feet in diameter with twelve stones — limestone, marble, quartz, granite, and others — marking the circumference.  Wild strawberry plants surrounded the southern half of the circle, and the northern half was marked by three…

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