The wind blows in the pen’s sail
It blows towards the East.
After all, the exception is the rule,
the marginal becomes the model and the left-handed, the best positioned to return to the Orient and leave the village to the slaves.
The wind blows in the pen’s sail
It blows towards the East.
After all, the exception is the rule,
the marginal becomes the model and the left-handed, the best positioned to return to the Orient and leave the village to the slaves.
Notes & Silence 
It looks toward the sunrise, then. Renewal and new hope…
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East(er) ?
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Eostre?
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