When I next saw Demeter, She was the flowing wheat, Life in motion, Grain as ocean, Green the moving sea. When I next saw Demeter, She was the harvest field, Time to live, Time to die, The end had come to be.
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When I first met Demeter, I thought she was the fallow field, No life, No joy, No Persephone. When I next met Demeter, She was just tips of green, Everywhere, Here and there, As far as I could see.pic.twitter.com/YoVhIFWgk7
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When I last saw Demeter, Revelation came to me: She was not one, Or more than one, But a single continuity. - Rev. Jean 'Drum' Pagano -
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