At my first Reclaiming witchcamp, within two weeks of arriving in San Francisco, my morning class teachers surprised me by opening with a discussion of gifts and commodities.

Orders had been given for the entrance to the boma to be blocked up, and accordingly we listened in the expectation of hearing the lion force his way through the bushes with his prey. As a matter of fact the doorway had not been closed and while we were wondering what the lion could be doing inside the boma for so long, he was outside reconnoitering our position.

He straggled away from the crowd and went off on his own.

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