Stand against the tide that swirls all around

gather handfuls to carry on

out into dry lands along a trail of candles

flame everlasting against rains of long winter

now to be extinguished by the last to find the trail

shrouding the painted rocks

the caves deep in echoing hills

a yellow-eyed night now host

to the sound of the last fires burning miles away

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Writing the beginning of a new story never gets old.

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