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The Second Mother.

I was raised by a single parent, but I was not raised single-handedly.

In fact, I had two mothers, though I'm only realising it now. Their co-parenting strategy was not the most conventional, or overt. Their shared custody consisted of spirit with one mother, mind and body with the other.

While one mother shaped my morals; got me ready for school each day; fed and clothed me; supported my education through her work and her words - she would also frequently take me on visits to the other mother, though I'm not sure either of us understood that at the time.

As soon as I was outside, the Other Mother would wrap her arms around me and work her magic. A rope is strong thanks to strings interwoven, and in this way, so is my spirit. Each thread of creativity and enlightenment laid down by her practiced hands; she worked fast. Each outing was another opportunity to carry out her divine weaving and reweaving, until I sit here today, strengthening by the moment as she carries out her repairs.

Without thanks, without request;

She knows just what to do.

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Nature is not just my closest friend,

She is my Second Mother.

Is it any wonder she understands me like no other?