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I loved strawberries

before I knew why.

They were so red,

they caught my eye on the path

as I stormed away from First Man—

because he had made me so angry!

When I tasted them, they were so sweet,

they reminded me of his love.

I wanted him to taste them,

so he could remember mine.

When I forgot all my anger,

I knew my Father

had thrown them down

through the hole in the roots

of the Tree of Life that stands

in the middle of Ga-lun-la-ti—

and soon enough,

I conceived.