We journey, we drift. We are diggers.
I cannot do this alone. I need your feminine hands.
All these uncommon things we have in common are speaking to me.
What they're saying is worrisome for a journeyman.
Your music is like a kiss...not on the mouth but into my starving ear.
Every breeze that blows is another song that sustains me.
Never will I cry again and I will only bleed for you.
If you can remember, will you get started on that bread early?
Tomorrow my day begins before dawn and I need the music.
Remember me when you make your bed tonight. Be my thoughts.
Happiness is only a word, but we defined it.
We will never know any others.
I'm beginning to love this little house.
You finally taught me how to breathe your song and let go.
If we disappeared I would never care or even notice.
The ice island would never be the same.
I would hunt for little pleasures and you would always be my thoughts.
Never unlearning what the island taught me,
and you taking me places with your little pleasures.
It gets tricky here in the leaves. Every beast has a name so we must be careful.
They set traps and they're much larger than they seem.
Heaven? No. Well I've never seen this many devils so I guess it's possible.
On second thought, we're too good for this place.
We must know another.
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