Ich komme, ich komme, grünende Brüder. "I am coming, I am coming," I sing, as my soft arms extend heavenwards - curling, flexing, fashioning out of my imagination leaves, vines, boughs of ash and laurel - as I embrace the gift of mother-goddess to water-nymph. Below me, strings churn and gambol, myriad-divided, like the viridescent light which shines dappled through my branches.
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