A girl was born.
Again.
Last.
She was born into cold.
Of fear. Into darkness.
From death. From sacrifice
Of many.
Animal sacrifice.
Human sacrifice.
Blood. Loss. Longing.
She was born.
Friday, January 13, 2006
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3 comments:
some
are born better
and some
are better born
some are
glad
you are
thank you
those like yourself
give us inspiration and courage
rika,
i have just been through your posts and had a chance to look at the images especially. they are very fine.
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