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Tiresias UnboundI. The Beginning
My life - such as it was at the time, nothing more than a polliwog in my mother's belly began one warm summer night when the earth's shadow momentarily obscured an overripe harvest moon.
My mother was nineteen at the time, a tiny creature with silver eyes and sun-gold hair that ran to her waist like unfurled skeins of silk. On the night in question, however, it was bound and tucked beneath a little red cap, and my mother was not my mother, but a young girl playing dress-up as a boy in order to deal cards to tourists. Still, this had not prevented her from being lured into a nearby gondola in order to talk more to the