And the reeds, the sounds, the bristling, the wind... Together it makes for adventures and high spirits. Young again and blown by the breezes. And you're in amongst it. Surrounded. Swaying together, a triumphant camaraderie. Sticking together like Swallows. Shapes forming. Bending, tickling and rattling.
And it's peaceful there. You're free.
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