"Three little bodies, three big lights"
The three daughters, the 3 stars that I hand plucked from the sky's abundant star-fruit tree. I selected them because of the way they caught my attention from way down here. They were pink and gold, warm and soft, shiny and new, and they had texture to them. When I reached up and felt, I sensed a pulsation in my palms and so I wrapped my fingers around the beats to drink in the life source. And then I pulled. Down they came.
They are my vibes. Their star-like pulsations reside in my core. Living outside and separate from my body - they dance around their own large moons.
I am the earth.
Magic Missile
When the kids are not with me for a stretch of time, I have this ability of turning into my own missile - a heat seeking weapon of mass destruction. You wouldn't know it by looking at me, all small and nimble and girly. Not at all. Why I am my father's daughter - but with a twist.
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