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Landing Pad
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Fallen from the stars, she landed with a thud. Not with the ease of someone touched by Grace, but with the clumsiness of an oaf. Possessing nothing but the want of a home to call her own, with only her hands and the stones of the land she set about establishing the preconditions for her shelter-to-be, her petrified-forest temple, a ramshackle palace, an adobe abode, the work, the play, the worship, all the same endeavor, all in the same place, day-by-day-by-day. Her bhakti became the indomitable power that strengthens oneself without draining others, the help that arrives impromptu only by looking inward for it.
