She after for some time standing
in all her regal shroud drifting
wind blowing thoroughest ice
heart of man reclines
toward the sand.
Hearing conversation of children
wind born from her husband
of the sand forever
lost to her.
Eager for the embrace of the leeched
water free sand she
does sleep until.
.
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