I was the granddaughter of a god
When I was young, the sun shone on us all. Flowers bloomed, and summers were filled
with dusty lazy days. We tasted pollen on our tongues and speech was dipped in love.
The smells of roasted meat pervaded in the courtyard; juices ran rich and plentiful.
We supped till twilight on nectar, and dined on ambrosia till dawn.
The men in my life were always there. The women were strong and nurturing.
Of cennends, there were many; cousins — aplenty! Siblings, we had them to spare.
Fireflies, oft pursued by net-wielding youngsters, sang tales of the afore times.
Fits of giggles were common.
Fires burned brightly; days were long; nights calm.
When there were clouds, they were most certainly caused by föhn dragons.
Boredom had no place within our unchained walls — the concept simply did not exist.
We were too busy embracing the languor.
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