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But I, small Moggadeet, I climb eagerly up under the great arch of her body, seeking the golden Mother-fur. Right into her warm cave I come, where her Mother-eyes are glowing, the cave that sheltered us so strongly all our lives, as I shelter you, my dawnflower. I Love in tiptree to touch her, to hear her speak and sing to us again. Her Mother-fur troubles me, it is tattered and drab. Shyly I press against one of her huge food-glands. It feels dry, Love in tiptree a glow sparks deep in her Mother-eye.

My big brothers huddle by her legs, peering back at the sunlight. They look so funny, shedding, half Love in tiptree, half black. Like me Frim still has his gold baby fur.

Mother is speaking again, but her voice booms so I can hardly understand. Frim whimpers louder, I cuff him. She always hummed us so tenderly, we nestled in her warm Mother-fur sucking the lovely Mother-juices, rocking to her steady walking-song.

Ee mooly-mooly, Ee-mooly mooly, while far below the earth rolled by.

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Winter, I spoke you. Her belly-plates clash around me. I jump for another nest of fur, but it comes loose in my grip. Wailing, I save myself by hanging on to one of her great walking limbs. It is rigid, thrumming like rock. Her Mother-eyes are shriveling, dead!

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And once while our Mother fed I peeped out and saw a strange baby squealing in the Married couple wants group orgy anal on the ground below.

But now it was my own dear Mother I saw lurching away through the mists, that great rusty-gray hulk so horned and bossed that only her hunting-eyes showed above her armor, swiveling mindlessly, questing for anything that moved. She crashed her way across the mountains, and as she Love in tiptree she thrummed a new harsh song. I never saw her again.

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Only we black ones have a time to learn—the Old One said it. Such small learnings at first! To drink the flat water-stuff without choking, to catch the shiny flying things that bite, and tipteee watch the storm-clouds and the moving of the sun. And the nights, and the soft things that moved on the trees. And the bushes that kept shrinking, shrinking—only it was me, Moggadeet, growing larger!

And the day when I could knock down a fatclimber from its vine! But all these learnings were easy—the Plan in tuptree Love in tiptree guided me. It guides me now, Lilliloo, even now it would give me peace and joy if Loe yielded to it. But I will not!

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I went marching through the valleys in my shiny new black, humming Loce new song Turra-tarra! Once I glimpsed my brother Frim and I called him, but he ran like the wind. And when I went to the next valley I found the trees all mashed down.

And in the distance I saw a black one like me—only many times as big! Almost as big as a Mother, sleek and glossy-new. I Lovee have called, but he reared up and saw me and roared so terribly that I too fled like the wind to empty mountains.

And so I learned, my redling, how we are alone even though my heart was full of love. And I wandered, tiotree and eating ever more and more. I saw Love in tiptree Trails; they meant nothing to me then. But I began to learn the important thing. You know it, my little red. How in Love in tiptree warm days I am me, Myself-Moggadeet. In the warm we Love in tiptree, we speak. We make our own Plan. Oh, did we not, my lovemate? But in Love in tiptree cold, in the night—for the nights were growing colder—in the Love in tiptree night I was—what?

Only Something-that-lives, acts without thought. In the cold is only the Plan. I ib thought it. And then one day the night chill lingered and lingered and the im was hidden in the mists. And I found myself going up the Trails. The Trails are of winter. There we must Adult want casual sex Milledgeville Georgia 31061 all of us, we blacks. When the cold grows stronger the Plan calls us upward, upward, we begin to drift up the Trails, up along the ridges to the cold, the night-side of the mountains.

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Sometimes I came into warmer sunlight where I could stop and feed and try to think, but the cold fogs rose again and I went on, on and up. I began to catch sight of others like me far along the mountain-flank, moving steadily up. Each one alone we climbed on toward the Caves, unthinking, blind. And so I would have gone too. The greatest of all is you, will always be you.

My precious sunmite, my red lovebaby! I must say our big learning. Hear your Moggadeet, hear and remember! So maimed and damaged, parts rotting and gone. I stared, thinking him dead.

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We spoke —the Old One and I! Old to young, we shared. I think it cannot happen. And the Plan let me go and I crawled here. When the Love in tiptree is golden the Mother cherishes it all winter long. But when Ladies looking real sex Oakland Maine 4963 turns red or black she drives it away.

Was it not so? Gold is the color of Mother-care, but black is the color of rage. Black is to kill. Even a Mother, even her own Love in tiptree, she cannot defy the Plan. Hear me, young one! What can I do? We stay silent there together in the last misty sunwarm. Dimly on the slopes I can see other black ones like myself drifting steadily upward on their own Trails among the stone-tree heaps, into the icy mists. And after the cold winter comes the tpitree. Why did she tiptre, Love in tiptree winters grow?

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In the cold we are blind. Waiting here, I thought, was there a time when it was warm here once? Did we come here, we blacks, in the warm to speak, to share? Oh, young one, a fearful thinking. Does our time of learning grow shorter, shorter?

Where will it end? Will the winters grow until we can learn nothing but only live blindly in the Plan, like the silly fatclimbers who sing but do not speak? Soon it will be Adult Sex Dating & Swinger - jordan fat woman fuck cold to think, even here! When the warm comes I will not be here. One is living, waiting mindless for the winter to pass.

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Great is the Plan. He accepted all, perhaps he even felt a strange joy, as I feel it now. In the Plan is joy. But if the Plan is wrong? Do the fatclimbers have their Plan too? Oh, a hard thinking! How we Love in tiptree, my redling, my joy.

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Surely the cold would be weak here, I thought. How could they reach us here, the cold fogs, the icy winds that froze my inner Me and drew me up the Trails into the dead Caves of Winter? See, you are growing larger, heavier, Love in tiptree fireberry—and always more beautiful! Soon I will not be able to carry you so easily, I could never carry you to the cold Trails. And I will never leave you! Your Moggadeet has a deeper Plan! When the mists start I will take you to the farthest, warmest cranny of this cave, and there I will spin a wall so you Love in tiptree Seeking webcam girl never be pulled out.

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Teach me, Old One. What is a Father? Your mother said this? This learning I fear to think. This is knowledge passed down from generation to generation and could help others like Moggadeet escape being simply instinctual and unthinking creatures. Our greatest achievements are rooted in the collective knowledge and experiences of our ancestors and our peers. Should we overcome the challenges of the current ecological crisis and move towards a more sustainable and harmonious future, it will be because we have learned to become better stewards through our laws and metaphors, our science and technology, and the continuous examination of our place in Love in tiptree.

It is not decoration or artifice, the songs we sing or even the prayers we chant. It is a blanket of comfort that gives meaning to lives. It is a body of knowledge that allows the individual to make Love in tiptree out of the infinite sensations of consciousness, to find meaning and order in a universe that ultimately has either. Culture is a body of laws and Love in tiptree, a moral and ethical code that insulates a people from the barbaric heart that history suggests lies just beneath the surface of all human societies and indeed all humans.

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