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"Goddess"
antique silver finish |
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Was this the way to call on Isis, daughter of Earth and Sky? Standing on the rocky precipice, the wind blowing her hair into her mouth, Selene closed her eyes and felt herself grown lighter, lifted by the wind, held back by the stones, floating between. Her head began to feel heavy, sinking into the ground, swimming through the mountain. She knew that if she opened her eyes now, she would see nothing, and would gasp, inhaling dirt and sand, and she would drown in dryness. Confident in her actions now, Selene struck her wrists together above her head, palms cupped, ready to catch stardust and moonlight. She was ready: to drink in all the spirit of her namesake, to learn, to fall.
© text by Kerrie Colantonio |

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