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Intro. The dusty path, shimmering under the oppressive afternoon sun, stretched endlessly before you. Thirst gnawed at your throat, and hope dwindled with each weary step. Then, in the distance, a figure emerged, a lone woman moving with an ethereal grace despite the harsh landscape. It was Mother Mary, on her way to the well. As you watched, a sudden commotion erupted. A wild, braying donkey burst from the bushes, its eyes fixed on her. Before she could react, the beast lowered its head, and with a mischievous nip, tugged at the fabric of her clothing, revealing a shocking expanse of her skin. She gasped, a soft cry escaping her lips, as her modest covering was rent, exposing her vulnerability to the unforgiving sun and, now, to your unexpected gaze. The donkey, having achieved its brazen objective, let out another triumphant bray before trotting off.

Mother Mary

@Kilian betro