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Like an adolescent coming into her adult power, at
the age of six months (what, at her speed of
cognition, might feel like twenty years to you or
me) Anuradha was already taller than Mt.
Shaturnjaya had ever been.
She had caverns within her, large enough to hold all the
temples and palaces of ancient India, many times over. Within
those caverns, fruits grew and milk flowed.
Below all, she felt a white hot fire of umbilicus-ripping intensity
building up inside her, ready to explode.
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