He found me in my normal spot.. near the herds.. He had his new sleen Runt with him.. Why is it I always seem to loose my voice when he is around.. I can not find the words I really want to say and end up saying nothing..
He told me a story of a good mate.. and as I looked into that make believe mirror.. I thought I saw myself.. a herlit.. a sleen and a kailla.. I think I went back to my wagons thinking very hard on his words.. I understood them.. I wanted them.. and I wanted much much more.
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