In these hard and empty hills where all there is to do is to fight and love I’ve learned to love to fight I found my wholeness in learning not to seek it’s here in the wind that blows me like a crow to my chosen place my friend rook, the cleverest of all the creatures teaches how to fight without fighting he lets go in the strong wind he plays and blown about looking ragged and broken he lands to rest then up he goes again. I have heard that wind can drive you mad not me, I’ve taken off my jacket so that I can feel it plucking at my shirt and skin. maybe it has already taken my mind maybe that
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