The lightning cracked again, this time like it was right on top of us, feet away from arcing through the house, and her skin was white as stone and her hair waving. You might think about the Medusa in an old movie when we were younger, monstrous and green-scaled. Then thought: That's not it at all. She was as beautiful as Mama. That's how she froze those men, with the shock of seeing something so perfect and fierce in the world.

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For the Earth itself is a blossom, she says,
on the star tree,
pale with luminous
ocean leaves.