 
																			Without a child the tribe defaulted me back as child.
For most of the time I worked for my mother.
											There was no guarantee that my husband would return.
And as children where important I had to.. mate with the remaining young men.
											But nothing worked.
After years I was on the brink of suicide...
											Until  I noticed the moving pouch on his hips...
											But like a benevolent spirit he stood there.
											My husband had returned... alone
											but I didn't care.
											All my worries had melted away.
															 
				
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