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She is frog-woman, witchling,
whose breath excites
flesh to new life. Her eyes 
re-design the world: mud becomes
man, woman, moon and sun.

Threefold, she is all. She
has felt your winter plucking
at the edge of her mind, and
she has brought the thaw. 
She is young, wise, beloved.

Mother of none, she is mother
to the sun. Without her,
all life would darken and wither.
Beautiful woman, you
transform the world.

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