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Initiation
There in the living wood, I found the moon, and she gave herself to me. She is mine, though not to be owned. Sitting high in the heavens, radiating her grace for all to love. Though still all the more mine. All I knew was emptiness, knowing of nothing, blind to my existence. Never seeing color. Never seeing white, nor black. Then, there in the heavens, there she hung, the newborn moon.

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