In the market, the little boy asked his mother,
"Will I live to be an adult?"
They were standing by rows of guillotined fish.


Today the creek is alive with the shadows of fish, and I remember Chrysaor, the golden bladed giant, is born from her bleeding neck. Medusa's blood is drained from her body and later used to raise the dead. Used from her right vein it heals and nourishes where I got lost.

Now I know even in death Medusa's blood retains its powers. It gives life to Pegasus, the winged, militant steed of Zeus that creates serpents in the earth with the touch of his hoof, and who also introduced Dionysiac worship to the way to cross the bridge.


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