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She dreams of houses in the hills,
Away from all the city lights—
Of daisy fields and daffodils,
She derives such great delight.

By day she makes an honest wage,
Shucking corn beneath the sun—
By night, she dreams of better days,
Of golden fields and olden fun.

Oh, how she longs for brighter days...
When the sound of music filled the air;
Where children used to laugh and play,
And they would sing without a care.

But that was long before the war...
Before she lost her eldest son;
Things are so...

Beside the fire we had made, we both
let forth the common thought we had.
The first to find the words to speak was Hul:

We could live in peace and never need,
our families subsisting off the land,
away and safe from all these awful things
and waiting for the white plague’s course to run.
With just a little planting this here bank
could easily bear fruit in little time-
I think a season might be all we’d need,
then carefully at first we could begin
to ration out the crop which then would grow.

He took, then, the bottle we...

Wind bristling through my hair
My eyes closed, my lungs savouring the fresh air
Feet in the salty water,
I can almost feel the ocean whispering,'Come my daughter '

Here I am alone, beneath the dark sky
On the sandy beach contentedly I lie
Staring at the stars so beautiful and so high
No reason to weep, no reason to cry

I can almost feel my majestic wings
Ready to pop out to let me join the kings
The rulers of the night with their enchanting hoot
If only I could discover the treasure Night brings

Still I...

Thus Fe continued to the tippling sot:

Within the hour both Hul and I were up
and tidying our camp for further hunt.
Neither could the other look upon
for neither could believe our wild acts.
We felt ashamed of our adultery,
and also for the knot we each had put
amidst the simple thread, our history.
At last the silence broke at Hul’s behest:

I heard a pack of wolves up north last night.

First I, then Hul felt an internal flinch
at merest mention of the night before.
Hul, hiding well his cringe, continued on:
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