— The clouds are purple, dyed by the sea, as I hunt. There is music [...]
“For a silver sixpence, I could tell my lordship where to find a white hare.”
Skull Mountain They dressed him in a robe of blood. Scarlet as the virginal dawn [...]
Mon coeur est à toi...
The cold white spills into ocean...
And the winter sighs its last...
The wind is howling in the mountains
Echo, Gulfi and Nareisse..
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