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picture book about the Norse gods and goddesses. Freya was beautiful, but she was also sad
    because her husband had disappeared. She often went looking for him in her chariot, drawn by cats, or
    by flying around in a suit made of feathers. When she wasn’t doing that she held huge parties in her home,
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    which was always filled with laughter and joy.
    Annie had been intrigued by Freya’s story. Now she seemed like a perfect candidate for Annie’s first
    attempt at invoking a deity. She wasn’t one of the more challenging goddesses, and Annie thought it
    would be fun to see what happened when she called on Freya.
    Besides, she thought, maybe she’ll give me some of that famous beauty of hers.
    Now that she’d decided on a goddess to invite to spend time with her, she had to figure out how to do
    it. Turning back to the book, she read the instructions. They directed her to decorate the ritual area in a
    way that the deity being called on would like.
    What would Freya like? she wondered. She tried to remember details about the goddess. She couldn’t
    remember a lot, but she recalled that Freya liked roses—pink and white roses. There had been
    something in the storybook about her having a garden of roses that she walked in.
    I certainly have those, Annie thought as she smelled the sweet scent of roses drifting through her open
    window from the garden. There were a lot of roses in the garden. It would be easy to cut some of them
    and bring them inside. And she knew that somewhere she had some pink and white candles. All she had
    to do was get organized.
    She jumped up, slipped on her shoes, and went downstairs. Her aunt was in the kitchen making herself
    some tea when Annie came in.
    “Do you mind if I cut some roses from the garden?” Annie asked her.
    “Not at all,” Aunt Sarah replied. “Mind if I ask what for?”
    “They’re for a friend,” Annie answered, grinning. She knew her aunt wouldn’t ask any further questions,
    and she liked leaving her wondering who the friend might be. Suddenly she was feeling slightly
    mischievous, and she was looking forward to her ritual.
    She took the clippers from their place inside a terra-cotta pot by the back porch and went into the
    garden. The night was warm and bright, and she had no trouble seeing as she went from bush to bush,
    cutting a few roses from each and placing them into the little basket she’d brought with her from the
    house. Soon the basket was filled with the beautiful flowers, and Annie went back inside.
    “That’s quite a haul,” her aunt remarked as Annie walked through the kitchen with the flowers.
    “It’s a special occasion,” said Annie teasingly as she went upstairs to her room.
    She decided that the best thing to do was to just strew the floor with the flowers where she was going to
    do her ritual. She scattered them over the boards in a roughly circular shape. Their scent filled the room,
    perfuming the air, and delighting Annie’s nose with the delicious smell.
    Next she got the candles and placed them all around the room. She had almost twenty of them, and they
    covered all of the bare places. Annie lit them and watched as her bedroom glowed with their
    honey-colored light. The candles made everything feel very dreamlike, especially when the flames
    flickered in the gentle breeze and caused shadows to dance crazily across the walls and floor. Standing in
    the middle of the room, Annie felt as if she were in a magic forest. It was the perfect setting for what she
    was about to do.
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    She stood in the center of the ring of roses. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself surrounded by a circle
    of white light. In her mind she created a safe space where nothing bad could reach her and where she
    was surrounded by warmth and power. She pictured it filling her body until she was glowing with