Transplant: Anaphora as Fractal

Mercy

Blessed be the mother who lies to her children.

Blessed be the snow, a blanket of light.

Blessed be the children who must believe the mother.

Blessed be the prayers counted on beads.

Blessed be the small hands, the knitting needles.

Blessed be the thing only the dead know.

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