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Bachelorette Baptismal

All my sisters gathered on the shore

To partake in the unleashing of our spirits

Souls swimming in the sea-soaked air

And rooting through the sand like painted toes

We laugh and it is a chorus of accolades, adoration, Exaltant voices undulating as response

To free women celebrating freedom

A goddess-cadre, the temple in our wake. I am surrounded, encompassed, saturated,

Wading in the water to embrace, bosom to bosom,

My mother, my birth-right, my renewal And my belly meets the waves, belly and breast to water,

Prone upon her gentle swells--light, cap'rous movements

Turn to twisting dives, a spell, a jig expressing answers

Sacred to true life, true love, true hearts.

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