In the field
where the
horses play,
in the meadow
where we lay
with the fireflies
under the
million
million stars
: The cries of
the loons that
sent shivers
down our spines:
Sitting by the
fire, the flames
casting lively
shadows on
the faces of
the ones whose
tales will be
told, but
not just yet...
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