Sun Spare my Children
“At dawn the sun fired his arrows at the moon slicing her away.
And she cried out to him, O Sun, spare my children!”
These are the words told by //Kabbo in this story, of how at sunrise, the moon is cut away by the rising sun, and cries out to him. The words are embroidered in black on black, and are hard to read, because it is hard to hear the moon as she cries out to the sun.
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