The MotherFather birthed all the peoples of the all the lands, and onto each she painted patterns fantastic. All the colors SheHe knew, SheHe gave them. And some of her children looked at each other, looked at the dull colors of the swamp around them, and wished to give back. Slowly they learned how to tease color from the drabbest sources. Stains, dyes, pastes, and paints. Horn, tail, reed, and sponge. They found an endless source of possibility, and told stories in colors spread across the trees of their home. Now the swamp blazed with color. The gift was repaid, and is repaid still.
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