I walked alongside a nomad today, on my way home with whom I shared a stretch of path and a stretch of time. He told me great stories of ten foot giants, rivers that flow purple, and lands I would never see. He floated alongside me with his wings that were painted green by a scarlet sun, a weeping moon; baptized under spiral trees, swarms of bees. Fare thee well you lonely beast. Be strong, be bold. Run away from the rain that chases you.
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