luka
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Some spirits at my side still, some whisperers. Some brave ones followed beyond the boundary, would die the death with me, would aid me. Bird song here, some, even here, blithe twittering. Despite the threat to, some followed setting no store by safety. Kind singers feathered air.
Yes, I remember being alive.
I speak in different voices now. Of windhover and mudskipper and hedgerow. Of vetch and meadowsweet and clover. Of bush cricket and dormouse. Of the little, wild things.
Yes, I remember being alive.
I speak in different voices now. Of windhover and mudskipper and hedgerow. Of vetch and meadowsweet and clover. Of bush cricket and dormouse. Of the little, wild things.