The Goddess Tlazolteotl

XVII: The Star She empties two pitchers, one into the pond, the other onto the ground; in the background, a bird watches from a treetop, sharp-beaked The water is stagnant, hiding a crab waiting for the moon to rise. The stars press in, and I sense the smile on her face is only made for fear of their points.

Lee Tracy

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