when goddess appears

In fog-bank she wanders, sometimes not alone, she vanishes as soon as her job is done. She sits with the lonely and shelters the weak, her ward is the selfless, the humble, the meek. Her owl it watches, both old man and kid, it reports and wanders as Odin's birds did. Her tools are adze, keyboard, paintbrush, pen, and gun; she's stern, fair, and gracious – no stranger to fun. To praise her raise banners of scarlet and gray, then take in a beggar and ask him to stay; be kind unto others, to those who need help, think more of your fellows and less of yourself; then roast you thick thigh-bones – some bovine ones please – avoid processed foodstuff and meats mixed with cheese; keep your body healthy, get out for a walk; fear little, don't worry, make no time to sulk. These guidelines are helpful, they will take you far, all hail our dear goddess – fair Nuuzstathena. Huzzah.

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