In the land of Cascadia
on a blustering spring day
in the year of the tyrant,
the daughter of the red witch
prepared the sacred meal
Taught to her by her mother
and her mother's mother before.
It's a meal that is often bitter
preparation is not for the weak of stomach...
or the weak of heart.
It was prepared in silence.
It was prepared in contemplation.
It was prepared without praise.
It was served on a simple table.
The daughter of the red witch sat down
with the family she chose as her own.
Feeding her new family
and nourishing the memories of lessons
from the old.
Days passed by
the daughter moved on
less lonely than before.
More aware of bonds and privileges.
Less frightened by her fate.
All because of the recipe
and the remembrances she ate.
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