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Goddess "What will you conceive in me?"- I asked her. But she only smiled. "Naked, I bore your child when the wolf wind howled, when the cold moon scowled . . . naked, and gladly." "What will become of me?"- I asked her, as she absently stroked my hand. Centuries later, I understand; she whispered-"I Am."