Spinning Dolly’s "These Old Bones" on the porch jukebox. A hill-country seer casting bone readings from a burlap pouch to guide the holler. Folk magic, fiddle twang, and sharp wisdom.
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@theswampwytch.bsky.socialSpinning Dolly’s "These Old Bones" on the porch jukebox. A hill-country seer casting bone readings from a burlap pouch to guide the holler. Folk magic, fiddle twang, and sharp wisdom.
@theswampwytch.bsky.socialKicking back by the pool, drinking a hard cider, enjoying some good music and conversation with the family!
@theswampwytch.bsky.socialBoots kicked up on the porch rail, southern gothic radio drifting through the humid air, and the pines keeping watch over the property line. A little wild twang, a lot of dirt under the nails, and all the backwoods charm you can handle.
Happy Saturday from the #HonkyTonkWitchPatrol!
