The First Mother She stands now at the end of time. Her spouse still hangs by her side, and they dance majestically. Her eight siblings are also there. She bore so many children, and yet has outlived them all. Looking back, did she treat them fair? At times she was plentiful, and they fed from her bosom. She was also harsh and barren. They often fought and quarrelled, as well as ravaged her health. For this, she punished them in wrath. She brought them into the world, they returned to her as dust. Now the light ebbs by cold and red. She entered the world fiercely, and will leave it the same way. She was the first and will be the last. Sigmund Coen -- ╭─────────────────────────╮ │"To spell out the obvious is often to call it in │ │question." -- Eric Hoffer │ ╰──────────◇ http://dale.distract.org ◇╯ --

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