I grow with the moon. I grew under the moon. I have grown besides the moon. I did grow in the moon. I have always, and never, and still to this moment and beyond been part of the moon and she a part of me. I reign over her and with her, but I am alone. I embody, control, work with, but most importantly I am femininity. I am fertility. I am sensuality and sexuality. I am an ever giving, never ending, constantly moving flow of earthly love. I am the Goddess.
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