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A question and not a question. Asking for clarification, telling through rhetoric, accusing, demanding, shocked, outraged... pleased. So it goes with women.
She can see, but only in, of, through, the dark. She can see through her children, but only coarsely the light, much filtered even then. I see far better, and can look almost everywhere. She knows. It annoys.
Many names. As some others... associated with her. Relationship with her is... complicated.
I know what she can see, even the limits of how she can see, offers temptation. She knows what would have to be lost. Life, such as it is. Worldly things. Even will, pride, the rest. Tempted. I don't know if she can, or would. Though I see her want to attempt to harm. I have certified it would fail. Yet the Man from the tree who yet lives calls to her.
Doubtful. Her side, God's. Who wouldn't wish to see their own know God though?
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