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Topic: Competitions
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Rosewicket wicca coven Site Owner Posts: 130 |
Hi all, the first of the official competitions will be up and running in the next week or so. The first ones theme will be to do with Samhain, and the prize will be a certificate that I will send to you to print off as you wish.
COMPETITIONS NOW OPEN HERE: http://www.rosewicketwiccacoven.com/apps/forums/show/2089513-competitions | |
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-- "Wicca is life, its the dappled green light filtering through the leaves of an ancient forest, its the sunlight glistening on snowcapped mountains, its the fiery reds of autum, and the slumbering snails under the snows of winter. Wicca is in everything, we just need to open our eyes" ~~~~~~~~~max sig size~~~~~~~~~
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fallen angel Member Posts: 8 | ||
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fallen angel Member Posts: 8 |
mm can u tell me more about the competitions,like what do i write who do i send to and when...things in general ty and blesssed be | |
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Chi Moderator Posts: 288 |
The competitions will be up and running soon, but we can't start them just yet...thus, you'll have to wait until they start to get the specifics!
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Rosewicket wicca coven Site Owner Posts: 130 |
Competitions are now up and running, so if you take a look in the new competitions section (between the mods area and the introduction section, or here: http://www.rosewicketwiccacoven.com/apps/forums/show/2089513-competitions then you will find all the details | |
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-- "Wicca is life, its the dappled green light filtering through the leaves of an ancient forest, its the sunlight glistening on snowcapped mountains, its the fiery reds of autum, and the slumbering snails under the snows of winter. Wicca is in everything, we just need to open our eyes" ~~~~~~~~~max sig size~~~~~~~~~
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Autumn Star-Storm Moderator Posts: 84 |
Good luck everyone! This is going to be fun and creative! Most of all enjoy yourself and let it come from the heart. | |
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-- The Earth is a poet that speaks to you when the grass is between your toes, the wind is playing with your hair, the smell of fall warms your soul and your eyes feast on the skys - day and night.
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