hephaestus

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I tell the tale of a family violent and free and unpredictable  No soul would believe they existed in our everyday lives 
Love is a beautiful thing.  She is born of sea-foam, the last daughter to a mad king. She is Love, she is Beauty, she is everything her father wasn't. She is given many names, but Aphrodite is constant. 
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