The sun rises mainly to the north and sets again after 40 hours in the east.<\/p>\n
There are delicious little green berries that we pick with sticky fingers<\/p>\n
and cram into our mouths like there is no tomorrow. The moons are bloody orbs<\/p>\n
of delight, we celebrate when they come together and align in a straight line.<\/p>\n
There are fine musicians and there are no human travellers. All of us wander<\/p>\n
and none of us are lost. We live in peace not fighting over caste or Gods<\/p>\n
because we do not have any. Everyone speaks in song, not the lilting voice of women<\/p>\n
but the soft woofs of dogs and wolves. \u00a0Or what you call dogs anyway.<\/p>\n
the oceans are clear and the skies are full of stars, we have no need for phones<\/p>\n
and computers for we live in peace to each its own. Let me return home?<\/p>\n
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