Her

If I could write a story, one crafted so finely that it would reach into each heart, what one word would stand out within the text?

“Her”.

Through her comes life. In her blood flows the memory of our beginning. In her bones our pain, our joys, and every sorrow fossilize. Her breast brings food and solace. Her hands support and guidance. Her arms are those of the bravest warrior, solid and unwavering. Her movements seductive, her sex is liquid fire. All consuming yet therein glows Phoenix.

Her.

Wisdom. Passion. Violence and peace. Darkest dark and lightest light. Mother, sister, virgin, crone. Goddess.

I wish you all a moment with her. Let her transform you. Let her wound you and heal you and open you. Her gift, freely given, is Love.

Until tomorrow…

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