| She always came back...in the fall. She always returned to me when the leaves shape changed to scarlet and ochre, when the wind carried a bite, when the Earth was preparing for Her winter rest. My earth maiden. As soon as the poplar leaves began to rain down to the earth, she would come to me, standing on the hill at the edge of the forest, taunting me, with a vine creeping up her calf and disappearing beneath her skirt and leaves in her wild auburn hair. I always tried to resist her. Every thought in my mind, the yearnings of my body, begged me to give in to her, yet I always tried to resist her. I always ended up being led deep into the forest. Something dug painfully into the soft pad of my foot. Where was she taking me? Branches and twigs scratched my arms and legs as I stumbled naked and blind through the dense forest. I could hear her foot falls sure and steady in front of me. She held onto my arm lightly, to keep me from falling, she said. Or to trip me if she felt like...
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