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          ✦✩★☾ ❝ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴅʟᴇs ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏғ sᴛᴀʀs.❞

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

          ✦✩★☾ ❝ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴅʟᴇs ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏғ sᴛᴀʀs.❞

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

          ✦✩★☾ ❝ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴅʟᴇs ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏғ sᴛᴀʀs.❞

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.

There once was a terrenean ‘nymph’ with lotuses in her hair and smelled of milk and honey. She basked in the sunlight, talked to flora and smiled sweetly to all forms of life. She is one of the many children of the Earth, THE MOTHER, whom she all holds dear to her bosom. In return, they act as her messengers who spread of her word of life. HOWEVER, beware of the blossoming nymph for she is not what she seems. A harbinger of life and rot, she ultimately carries the ‘mother’ and other earthbound beings’ words of the cycle —the cycle of living, rotting, decaying and dying. The inevitable.