“Can I have some of your hair?”
Phillip English isn’t kidding. So, after hesitating a beat, I pluck a strand of hair from my head. He gingerly places the hair in a small baggie, seals it shut, and writes my name on it with a Sharpie.
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“Can I have some of your hair?”
Phillip English isn’t kidding. So, after hesitating a beat, I pluck a strand of hair from my head. He gingerly places the hair in a small baggie, seals it shut, and writes my name on it with a Sharpie.
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The celebration, inspired by London’s Witchfest International, was pretty small — just a few tents set up on one block. I actually found myself asking someone, “Where’s Witchsfest located in relation to Kmart?” But attractions such as an astrology workshop, belly dancing class, and countless tarot readers managed to draw a small coven of people.
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