She lit herself on fire to give life to her new born babe. The babe cried out screeching in its ashy fate. The young one picked up its head and flew out into the mountain air. She was her mother and her mother was she and though young she knew what she had to do. She danced in the air her alabaster eyes shining embracing the sky about her. She was born to be strong. Born to survive hundreds of years out of sight.
-Till next time!
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