Tag: wild fires
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Mother Earth
I carried them in my womb, nurtured them with my milk, watched them grow and multiply and learn from me. — No words we exchanged, no punishment did I mete and yet they listened and joyfully reaped my goodness. — Swiftly they learned to kill, and my face was bloodied, and they trampled each other;…
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The Flames of Death
It was beautiful, the newly shooting buds of ancient trees, those toppled by the terrible storms defiantly greening, At our feet the carpet of pungent garlic holding its buds as precious gifts to a foraging folk and here and there stars of anemones shining in the dim lit ancient path. == We trod on round…
