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Beneath the first full bloom of the moon upon the Sabbath of the vernal equinox maidens blossomed in their youth gather round and diligently set about painting Ostara's eggs in colors more vibrant than their beauty. Her altar they arrange decked in the flowers of Spring, the first colors to paint the world out of the winter gloom. Upon their sweet honey lips they sing a melody to their Goddess of Fertility, with the hopes that they may become so blessed so like the moon their wombs may grow. Incarnates of the Goddess creators of new life to be brought from darkness into the light.