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Birth of a Mother

Under the full autumn moon she asks,

how much longer?

her face telling of her journey, tired & yearning

her body, swaying to the percussion

Dancing in it's element, in it's glory

she knows she can do this

she trusts her body's instincts and

the stories of mothers before her, of her ancestors

Release Release Release

A Mother is born

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