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Two Chalices of My Own Blood

I dreamed I had to drink two chalices of my own blood. In the myth of Medusa the blood from her right vein will cure. The blood from her left vein will destroy. Facing my caustic defenses was a bitter draught. Od structures collapsed. Vulnerability, compassion and kindness was a sweet nectar.

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