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#obeah
my mother told me you christen a home in her island-country you take a chicken behead it with a sharpened knife slit it cleanly across the neck let blood splatter untainted earth and burn incense let the burning bush stink and permeate the freshly erected walls, seep into the wood seep into the tiling purify it make it your own home somehow somehow i think that's beautiful
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
tradition: purity