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In the darkening blue, soon black like smoke, he pulls stars from sky and makes fire. This man, my father, has shown how to gather. His sinew, his arms, his hair, his voice of thunder may all be mine in time as sun is meant to rise.

His lifelong mate, my mother, her eyes so kind, displays for me what belief can be. Her strength is seen in our shared stirred flame shooting warmth to our hands.
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