We are the witch at the end of the road that the desperate seek, on the forests edge we cut the herbs to dry and become ingredients for what we brew.
we have been our own inquisition to aquire the knowledge when the instincts have all been there, buried in the depths for us to salvage.
whether it's gin or datura seed, it is often not quite what the desperate need.
so we listen and we see, to hopefully set all of us free.