From Crone’s Book of Magical Words, by V. Worth (a spellbook I found in Salem):

To Dispel Sorrow

When world and fate
Conspire to mark
Your life with lines
And characters dark,
Mold a table
Of earth or clay,
Write on it all
You would cast away–
All you regret,
All that you bear,
All that afflicts you,
All that you fear–
Break it and bury it
In the ground,
Saying this charm
To heal the wound:

Sorrow be dust
And dust dissolve
Let all my grief
Go into this grave.

Photos taken today at the Ancient Burial Ground in Hartford, CT.

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