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The memory of her love is lost. Was it only yesterday or millennia ago that she cursed herself? She scarcely remembers the last time she was in his arms, yet the feeling still lingers. Her existence is her prison, a torture and torment of her own creation, the only punishment she could bare. Through eons her children had become numerous, in every corner of the world they flitted and flashed around her, the greens and blues reflecting off of their streamlined bodies reminded her once again of the land she took from herself and the unborn child of her lover. Yet on this day it was not the longing memories of the green of the avocado orchards or the deep blues of the night sky that filled her mind. Something had awakened. A feather, beautiful and fiery, falling into a pile of ash as the scream of the Phoenix broke through her prison. Unmistakable, the image of her love returned to her. With a passion that had been lost, washed away by the tides so many moons passed, she is renewed.
She silently thanks the phoenix as she looks to the surface, for she knows now why her love’s memory was lost to her. Once more will she collect the lost, the broken and welcome with the loving embrace of the depths. Once more will the land remember the power of the waves and the call of her children. Once more will she remind them of the power of the water. FROM THE DEPTHS SHE HAS EMERGED