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Sunday, April 24, 2011

Easter shows her true face.

Ôstarâ dawns, her yellow shift
chased by sunny rabbits and
the reed-woven basket she handles
nestling a pair of stork's eggs.

She'll chuckle as she skips by
Wotan well into his nine-days
sacrificially dangling, the wound
weeping brown to white in his side.

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