247: Concern

I’ve had the same dream for a while now, that I’m left alone singing on a barren and dead land. Rivers all dried up. Living things all long gone. I’m left singing at sacred places that don’t exist anymore. I’m left singing the songs of spirits that don’t wander anymore. Singing for mountains and hills that were leveled. Singing for plants that are just a memory.

And that concerns me.

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