Tue Dec 30, 2014 4:56 pm  
Memories of Gnatmarsh

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?