It was as if the moonlight was focused on the clearing by design, to prosper their undertaking by lighting their way. She spread the blanket and began laying out her tools, neatly, orderly, as she always did.
The others would be along, in good time, to join the circle. She would welcome them with a smile and a blessing, and they would laugh and paint their faces. They would recite the words she gave them willingly, trustingly, imagining themselves part of something bigger than themselves.
Then, later, she would walk out of the circle well-fed, and into the forest alone.
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