"The fractured sons howled for the mother that never came for she tended to much greater, much more fruitful endeavours any mortal in the flesh prison that they occupy could understand for she had made a beacon for the higher being to allow het to shed her chains of tendon and vein, to be set free of the prison of sinew and skin. That evening was when all concepts ceased and all truly witnessed"
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