We sacrifice to her like pagans still. Blood and sweat and days without water, weevily bread, dying in tempests. And we love her. You ain't the only man ever loved her. But you loved her more'n most.
That means something to you or you wouldn't be so angry now.
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Date: 2013-12-09 01:51 am (UTC)That means something to you or you wouldn't be so angry now.