Tue Dec 30, 2014 4:56 pm
Memories of Gnatmarsh
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I remember lines of men scything down reeds along the marsh, all for Beory's glory...
I remember Pilots under full sail, guiding skiffs across lanes of water...
I remember Bodda, shaping the wood with the One...
I remember lizard men, gazing back with equal wonder and disdain...
I remember heat-blossomed insect swarms, swooping through the summer haze...
I remember the smell of the reed-fire, holding the swarms back...
I remember winter mist, blocking my way back home...
I remember striking eels with a double-fork, skewering the night's meal...
I remember the words, the words of Her Way, before they came...
Now tell me of your place... what do You remember?
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