I am salt-hag. The wind that braids my hair I can call upon to bring me word from across the water. Waves that bite my feet fill my scrying pools. A child of the tides, a reader of shells, I shall wear rough salt kisses as omens on my skin. – #EmilyBanting #WitchWednesday https://t.co/Gne28ySJjc
I am salt-hag. The wind that braids my hair I can call upon to bring me word from across the water. Waves that bite my feet fill my scrying pools. A child of the tides, a reader of shells, I shall wear rough salt kisses as omens on my skin. – #EmilyBanting #WitchWednesday pic.twitter.com/Gne28ySJjc
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) April 7, 2021