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| A white mist covers the ground, thick nd impenetrable. Waiting for the early morning sun to end its brief life. From where I stand on the top floor of a tall building I look down on clouds. I am the creator. The all powerful giver of life. I am every woman born and those who are to come. My newborn daughter stirs. Her demading, greedy mouth sucks her future from my breasts. Another Eve. |
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