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The trinity, at a campfire. |
| Family Spat Oh Father Fire, must you separate from the Mother? Can’t you be one, naturally? To renew and teach, is that your only fate? If the Mother is the Earth, and the Father is the Heaven, the son the god, where does that leave us? Belonging or in longing? This sister and that brother, His holy son and Mother— wholly, we’ll not fear it! We will become the fire. We will become the earth. |