The year is abundant, with much millet and rice;
And we have our high granaries,
With myriads, and hundreds of thousands, and millions of
measure in them
For spirits and sweet spirits,
To present to our ancestors, male and female,
And to supply all our ceremonies.
The blessings sent down on us are of every kind.
Photo courtesy of John Mazlish Weddings
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