The days are long and the nights are many but you one of one, one of many stand out.
Although your legs are long they will not carry you far.
Although your tongue is sharp it will not aid your journey home.
No for the journey home is in the inner world and only she can lead you there.
She the old woman. She one who has been through it.
Listen not to her words but to her very soul for in her silence she carries the images of home.
Again we do not enlist you for this journey. It is your will alone to go. And go you will for the home you yearn for is already imprinted on an ancient memory. A memory you think your own but will discover is ours. We the women of the ages. We the daughters of Osiris. We the priestesses of Athena. We the goddesses of Demeter. Take us home woman for we are in you.
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