I always wanted to find a ruined place and settle there and work to make it better. An island probably. Maybe a peninsula. Green land, lots of sun. White birds, lots of sun. The men would arrive in ships, not rafts, never rafts, and depart a short while later, leaving the place ruined. Or they would die among their death, seep like poison into the poisoned ground. It doesn’t matter. What matters is ashes and rubble, songs that limp […]
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