you know, it has been quite a time we stood in the same road, and it's only the weather and the color of your mane that are changing.
landscape and sideways are strangely the same for a long time now... yesterday, when we set the fire, it seems that the woods were different and i could hear old voices talking to me again.
for the first time i could see the swans flying south in the shadows of the afternoon fire.
the swans, they're all gone now... that's also a relevant change in the landscape you know?
b, probably those voices fail to tell you that we have the crows, now... and you should know that swans don't go out at night
