I do not remember a beginning, for my memory is not stored in the soft pulp of a single brain but is etched in the frost of the mountainside, in the marrow of my ancestors, and in the silver disc of the moon that calls me to wakefulness.
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Purring Hymn
Silent velvet paws,
purring hymn of star and sun,
shadow guards the soul.
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