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“You must make a choice,” the Goddess said. “Is that my only choice – to choose between men?” I asked. “I want what Mother had!” “Your mother chose two men,” she said with light laughter. “No! She chose independence for her country. She chose power and freedom,” I yelled. Almost as if in response, a pulsating energy moved up from the ground into my bare feet. It thrummed up my body and radiated out in a bright light, first from my toes, then from my fingertips, then the top of my head. “I choose power,” I said. “I choose freedom.”

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Cleopatra's Moon

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