And it was written

but I wasn't specific

I’m pretty sure there was a time when I sat down with a burning candle at the full moon and wrote down a list of witchy manifestations.

I wanted to live in a walking community so I wouldn’t need a car.

To be near the ocean.

With lots of dogs.

And affordable rent.

This is my 100th post on Substack and Day 969 here in a cheap house, with 10-12 dogs (dozens more outside on the road), 5 blocks from the Sea of Cortez where I have no car because it was totaled in an accident in the middle of nowhere desert where I still am.

Dreams can come true.