The tea life of an abandoned white witch, huh? Well, let me tell ya, it ain’t all fancy spells and magic teacups. It’s more like… a whole lotta nothin’ fancy, ya hear?

First off, this witchy woman, she ain’t got no fancy castle or nothin’. She’s dumped, you see? Abandoned like an old shoe. So, where’s she livin’? Probably some rundown shack in the woods, just like old Ma Johnson used to have before the county tore it down. Yeah, a real cozy place, I tell ya.

• No electricity, most likely.
• Gotta haul water from the well, just like the old days.
• And the toilet? Well, let’s just say it involves a shovel and a prayer.

Now, about that tea. Don’t go thinkin’ she’s sippin’ on some fancy imported stuff. Nah, this lady’s drinkin’ whatever she can get her hands on. Maybe some weeds from the backyard, or some berries she found in the woods. If she’s lucky, maybe some fella passing through will give her a handful of tea leaves, but don’t hold your breath. Things is tough out there, even for a witch.

But how’s she makin’ this tea, you ask? Well, ain’t no fancy electric kettle, that’s for sure. She’s probably got some old dented pot she found somewhere, and she heats it up over a fire. Yeah, a good ol’ fashioned fire. Takes a while, but it gets the job done. And if it’s rainin’? Well, then she’s outta luck, ain’t she? Unless she’s got some magic to dry that wood, but I ain’t seen no magic like that in my day.

And what about the cup? Don’t expect no fancy china, neither. It’s more likely a chipped mug, or maybe even just a tin can. Whatever she can find, really. This ain’t no tea party at the mayor’s house, you understand. This is survival tea. This is “keepin’ warm and tryin’ not to freeze to death” tea.

So, what does she do all day, this abandoned witch? Well, besides makin’ tea, she probably spends a lot of time just… survivin’. Gotta find food, gotta keep warm, gotta keep the critters away. And maybe, just maybe, she still does a little magic. Maybe she heals a sick squirrel, or helps a lost traveler find their way. But don’t think it’s any of that flashy stuff you see in the picture shows. It’s quiet magic, the kind that nobody notices. The kind that just helps folks get by, you know?

But let me tell you somethin’, even though she’s abandoned and got nothin’, this witch lady, she’s probably got somethin’ most folks don’t. She’s got peace. Yeah, peace and quiet. Ain’t nobody botherin’ her, ain’t nobody tellin’ her what to do. She can just sit there by her fire, drinkin’ her weed tea, and watch the sun go down. And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough. Maybe that’s better than all the fancy castles and magic wands in the world.

Now, some folks might say, “Oh, that poor witch, she’s all alone, she’s got nothin’.” But I say, maybe she’s got it all figured out. Maybe she’s learned that all that stuff, all the things folks chase after, it don’t really matter. What matters is havin’ a warm fire, a hot cup of somethin’, and a little bit of peace in your heart. And that’s somethin’ this witch lady, she’s probably got plenty of. So don’t go feelin’ sorry for her. She’s probably doin’ just fine. Better than most, I’d wager.

And that, my friends, is the tea life of an abandoned white witch. It ain’t glamorous, it ain’t fancy, but it’s real. It’s about survivin’, and findin’ peace in the little things. And maybe, just maybe, that’s the most magical thing of all. It’s like old Bessie used to say, “It ain’t the tea, it’s the tastin’”. And this witch, she’s tastin’ life on her own terms. Good for her, I say. Good for her.

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