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A small figure decorated with light scars and shifting tattoos hefts a backpack over her shoulders and crouches down beneath the stars some time after the seven hour gathering was completely dissipated, the items returned from where they came. She unties a small pouch and taps half of its contents of nothing into her palm, then cups her calloused hands around her mouth and blows, a small breeze picking up and left to carry the simple words of the song she leaves behind.
more wood and more stone, impede not the repair!
there's no time for a party beneath frozen sky's stare
just some tables and chairs, along frozen streets
improvised acting and jennara's own treats
but up from the ashes, and into the snow,
we'll sing you down empty, so that you can grow
it may seem like a little, but i know you will see
the road that goes both ways out from the debris
they say you're not much, all exposed to above,
but now you have here
a foundation of love
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