A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
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My impression was always that everything is made of sweat. First the cow licked the giant out of the salt, and then everything else, giants, svartalfar, lysalfar, various pre-gods, emerged from his sweat. Some from the armpits, some from... well, any sweaty part.