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Mama Hammock You were the hammock --- when my world was moonless until pastel-colored stars shone on me. You swayed me against the threats of seasons, never tired holding the weave of love. I hold onto the weave of love, won’t be tired to sway you safely against the threats of seasons. As ashen stars crowd over you, until your world be moonless --- I am your hammock. /totomai