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Nov 2017
Through the boughs and leaves
Valleys and crumbled rocks
Does the wind echo

Vaguely articulate
Beneath the moonlight
As if whispering

The telling of stories
Buried in distant ages
The comfort of belonging

To a place that is our own
Hadrian Veska
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Hadrian Veska
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