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Dear You,

July has arrived in a cascade of rain and soft thunder and I can’t help but find something magical in it all. The skies have been painting themselves in moody blues and silvers and every window feels like a front row seat to a quiet symphony of raindrops and rustling leaves.

There is a comfort in the way the world slows down under the rain – how even the busiest streets hush for a moment and the air smells like something clean and forgotten. I’ve been curling up with warm drinks, good books and daydreams that drift with the clouds.

I hope this note finds you with your favourite blanket close by and maybe a window cracked open just enough to hear the rhythm of the rain.

Sending a little sunshine wrapped in stormy skies,

@thewitchesbrewletter

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(Journal Pages by Poorvi)

I Thought This Would Be My Life

I used to take a walk after rain on other people's footsteps. Twin shells rest in the sand, kissed by rolling waves. I was going to build a home there, to listen to the wind in different seasons. To read books written by someone afar, and wake in the bell chime from across the water. I cry and dry my tears. I love, from the deepest of my tender heart.

I was going to write you a long letter in the moonlight, occupying my mind with the ten thousand things at dusk. Have children, and tell stories under a tree, tend to the rice field, and leave the mountains green when I die. I was prepared to do that, I thought: This would be my life.

– Yang Qingxiang

(Journal Pages by Poorvi)

My Neighbor Totoro (1988)

~ I think they were dustbunnies. Dustbunnies? Like in my picture book? That's right. Ghosts don't come out on days like this. When you walk into a dark room from outside, your eyes dim and so the dustbunnies come out.

~ That must be the soot spreaders. Those little, black, fuzzy things that fly? That's right. They breed in empty old houses, and cover them with soot and dust. I could see them when I was little. Now you can too, huh? Are they like goblins or something? Naah, nothing so scary. If you keep smiling, they'll soon leave the house. They're probably deciding where to go next, right now.

~ But it's true! Totoro was here. I'm not lying. I know, Mei. I didn't lie. Neither of us think you're lying. You probably met the king of this forest. You were very lucky. He doesn't come out very often.

~ What a beautiful tree. This tree must have stood here for years and years. Trees and people used to be good friends. I saw that tree and fell in love with the house. Hope mom likes it, too.