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[…] and every woman who holds creation inside her plays God

“The Father's bucket first... Yawning, she grabbed at the udder, dirty-faced Mairi with a mouth like flowers and morning in her eyes; and there was fresh dew on the ground, dark footprints on the bright meadow where Nessa sat nearby, wistfully holding the penis-like udder of a beast next in line and giving it little tender jerks. Una's bucket now... Seonaid was humming boldly, Nessa snivelling again, daft bitch.”

He knew, this old man, that the earth was our mother, that from her womb we came in the nourishment of the sun’s light. Father sun—in his prayers he said it—sister moon, mother earth . . . And shouldn’t a mother nourish her children?

I wish that I could stay up all night reading this. Alas, I must sleep, and then work. I’ll be itching all day to pick this back up!