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Sundown came as shadows spread to moss between the cedars. I raised my hem above their greedy heads. Searched the sky familiar flame - a lantern flickered barely - with minutes left before the dark was down. I ran so fast my breath was caught (something there behind me). Was almost lost before I heard my name. Slower then my boots were turned to face uncertain peril - for who was there to know I'd come this way. The winds were soft as daylight faded - splinters into pine. I caught a whiff of burning leaves (too late to turn around). Ashes fell from somewhere else - swirling white around me. Filled my thoughts with longing - breath - the taste of snow. Who was there? I must have feared - why else would I have hurried - returning to a sadness (a sorrow I have known). Which was right and which was home - the sun no longer saved me. East was west and west was almost gone. I searched again - the edge of darkness. The lantern was no longer - what oil I had garnered was surely burned away. (They'd find me here - frozen - as a rabbit on the morning - staring at a blade of grass - forgotten by the dawn.) Silence then a moment of surrender - at last my heartbeat stilling - I knew this way (somehow). I'd come to this another day - beyond my recollection. Would only need to close my eyes and trust the night again. Wings above the timbers - eyes beneath the branches - fiddlers returning a song that I could sing. At once I knew (the same as then) there was no need for lanterns. Was this that drew me closer - this that knew my name. Tho somewhere else they're searching for the pieces - would bring me here - the long way back to home.
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