“Good morning..” The beautiful maiden of light says to her world, her life, her light. Even though no one responds she smiles at the vivid grass below her bare feet. The naive maiden looks toward the sun rising just above the horizon. For most beings staring into the sun is painful and blinding but to her, it is a lovely reminder that she is strong just light the rays of gold filtering just through the thickest trees. As she watches the sun slowly rise, so do the youngest creatures crying out to their caretakers for food and attention.
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