I wanna go where I can heal my soul
Talk to the wisest people I know
And I will go
The soothing sound of forest leaves
And all my troubles start to ease
Forgive me please
You will find me, under the trees
Hello,
I’m Rowan
Welcome to BookOfEucalypt, my little piece of the internet since 2011. I write about all things Paganism, Herne the Hunter, my path, with bits of poetry and short stories thrown in for good measure.
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