GREENFENCE LANDSCAPE
Man makes markings on the elder stones
as the Runic rocks are everywhere. With
limited testing we find things out. Masked
ladies stop the cooking and come forward.
No words are spoken, just that which dissolves.
Oh great ogre, there is a dark, eternal sky inside.
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The gurgling sound runs the gutter 'round;
the slow fall of the land, enticing both
water and sound.
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