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Mother Earth


It is said that the earth and the sky was once one, and that their mutual dependence kept them twined together in an intimate allians. It then happened that the earth fell in love with the sky, but the sky itself had been searching beyond the earth and held his eternal gaze at the stars. Upon descovering the earth's love, the sky became afraid that she might take the stars away from him. He therefore created a distance between the two, and filled the empty space with open air. 
The earth was devastated and fell into tears. The sky refused to accept her tears, but instead gave her a promise. He promised to turn the eternal rays of the sun upon her face, and keep up their alians of the circle of life, if she, in return, promised to only look upon him with the gaze of the responsebility that binds them together, and conceal her profound love.
Until this day, the sky has kept his promise, but the space he had created ramains and the tears that the earth shed was forever trapped in between. Eventually the tears gained life of their own and now constitutes the souls of all living things. They are the drops of life and is known to be the children of the Mother Earth.

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