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One beautiful, silent, moonlit night, many years ago, and far, far away, two enchanted birds floated unobserved on the breeze onto a tropical island paradise. Their arrival seemed to be part of the flow of the warm tropical currents. They flew directly to a large raintree, quietly found the most suitable perch and fell quickly asleep, as if exhausted from a long journey.
 
The soft morning sunlight made diamonds of the dewdrops and cool caverns of shade within the branches of the great raintree.  As the sun drifted by and dawn gave way to misty morning, the two enchanted birds snuggled happily together in their new found home. 
 
A large ancient seaturtle was the first to observe the arrival of the pair.  The seaturtle had dragged himself onto the beach, into the shade of some high weeds where the tide washed over him daily, to prepare himself for dying.  He considered the coming of the birds as an omen of his future transformation, for never in his long life in the bountiful sea and on the shores of many lands had he ever seen two such lovely creatures.

The birds were quite large and brilliantly colored.  Their beaks were shiny and black as ebony and large like those of macaws.  They were crowned with slender golden tufts.  Their wing spans were nearly two feet.  Patches and stripes of color covered their entire bodies and faces.

As the sun lifted above the horizon, and showered its rays of warmth and energy across the island, She awoke.  She awoke gently and quietly, as if after a sleep that had carried her through many ages.  Her breasts swelled with life and She lifted her head and sang.

Her singing was astonishingly beautiful.  The seaturtle thought that it was the only real music he had ever heard, it so overshadowed anything that he had ever called music.  She sang as if nothing existed except her song.  The tones were so rich and clear and the melody so sweet and pure, the seaturtle felt his heart had already begun to discover some assurance of the joy of an afterlife that he sought to know.