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Oxum
An offering to Oxum. An attempt to bottle what it feels like to be near one of her daughters. Sweet like honey, that radiance that shifts a room immediately. A pull you can't resist and also don't want to. By the time you realize you're under the spell, you're already stuck, like a fly on agar. English chases the feeling, butterflies, light flooding a dark room, a truth you can't stop seeking. Portuguese carries the sacred root with ancient sacred songs, Mamãe Oxum at the waterfall gathering lilies by the river. They blur together the way the spiritual and the romantic blur when you're around that energy. The amazement of falling in love and witnessing something holy, all at once.
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