Knead your cold settled muscles with milk, for you are a goddess, you're that gleam in the fire, and its sheen is your honey pervaded body.
Burn some oak with the regular wood, tonight. Yes, it is you, falling and breaking. Get yourself those berries you have always thought of collecting from the hillside when you were that jolly little kid.
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