— temperance
One foot in water one foot on land, I pour water into wine. I do so with a grimace of exasperation, for you human beings are ever weak. They say I offer an affirmation. True, but I also must deny, often ineffectually, your childish and destructive extremes. Why do you never seem to learn? Balance and harmony? patience? moderation? I think I lost all that centuries ago. Over and over, I perform this demeaning and menial task, unsuited to an angel.
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