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‘Mother’
The maternal cycle of the octopus, who dies when her eggs hatch, has always moved me. She sacrifices herself to hold vigil over her young, slowly starving to death. Her devotion is paramount. Some things trump our own needs.
This is the power of the sacred feminine.
The maternal cycle of the octopus, who dies when her eggs hatch, has always moved me. She sacrifices herself to hold vigil over her young, slowly starving to death. Her devotion is paramount. Some things trump our own needs.
This is the power of the sacred feminine.
May 2, 2023 at 2:36 AM
‘Mother’
The maternal cycle of the octopus, who dies when her eggs hatch, has always moved me. She sacrifices herself to hold vigil over her young, slowly starving to death. Her devotion is paramount. Some things trump our own needs.
This is the power of the sacred feminine.
The maternal cycle of the octopus, who dies when her eggs hatch, has always moved me. She sacrifices herself to hold vigil over her young, slowly starving to death. Her devotion is paramount. Some things trump our own needs.
This is the power of the sacred feminine.
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The day I betrayed the moon.
April 25, 2023 at 5:15 PM
The day I betrayed the moon.
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Showing the new ways Earth begins to look like as a result of human interventions into environmental processes
May 5, 2023 at 9:39 PM
Showing the new ways Earth begins to look like as a result of human interventions into environmental processes
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