Go!

Her spirit is not here.

We few walls could never contain such a marvellous thing.

Taste the wide sky.

Drink from the quick, beating heart of the still iron stream.

Sing in the night with a chorus of trees.

Dance.

Allow Earth’s breath now wild from the west to fill what she left bare.

Go.

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