-Zsuzsikam
See the great Shaman of the Bird tribe above ...a feathered fisherman. After four days of tremendous stress but no anxiety whatsoever, now it is business as once was usual. Did I dream it all? I wonder. I wonder. Yet he does not doubt his own ability to catch fish, even if he should stand motionless until dawn.
Life goes on with its quirks you know. Fret not the seasons. We are but eddies in the currents of one great river. And in the end it matters not but that I loved you.
Peace and still waters my darling love .
Ever in light, your own little hopper
Indigo mud-Lizard
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