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August 14, 2005

Ted: Sacred

This precious fold, the one that gives all life. The golden bowl of hope and despair. The basket of fruit that is ever fresh and young, spawning the world's greatest poets, artists, kings, paupers, scientists, and moguls.

This precious fold. The one before me now, goddess incarnate, that men kill or die for. A need greater than food, a solace greater than death, this precious fold.

The one before me now, as I prepare to worship, binds souls together, brings joy.

This precious fold of flesh and blood drives the universe to achieve. For without this, we are as nothing.

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Comments

The low score on this makes me wonder if anyone actually understood it. It's certainly better than mine. Although, based on several years of experience, I'm not sure that "ever fresh" is always accurate...

Posted by: andy at August 15, 2005 5:51 AM · Permalink