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It Does Not Matter

A new goddess constellation has appeared near Venus Many believers begin to worship her, starting a novice cult. Calling her their chosen one, they refer to her as Anagonda Reminds me of Anaconda, but I keep quiet. One of my favorite cousins is holding a sky vigil in this Goddess’ honor. She is beautiful; I have seen her myself, in my imagination’s heart. She might indeed be real, perhaps one to heal the earth. To bring us peace, hope, life, love, enthusiasm. Or maybe she is a watcher, a teaser, a hologram. It does not matter to me, she is beautiful. Besides my cousin loves her and I love my cousin So I join the sky vigil.

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