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*He laughed and sung until he reached his stead, where-upon he lit a fire in the hearth, and slept soundly thereafter.*
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See you soon my friend!
"Here I write on the eventide wind
After the sun has gone,
Yet soon it shall rise again
With the awakening of deer and fawn,
Then it shall be a bright light skyward,
Guiding all men and animal and plant,
And so I leave this weathered note,
Biding you a saintly-safe return!
*After leaving his small scroll on the tree trunk (for why he left it there he did not know, but for an unnamed person for whom he was thinking we might guess), the man went again in the direction of the forest. He turned back around again to face the clearing and the fallen tree before he entered the hedges and oaks and chestnut trees. He mused happily;
*A lone figure emerged from the twisting forest, each branch of the trees upturned towards the sun like so many brown-clawed hands, all of them seeking to reach the white and glowing orb above in vain.
Those trees seemed small then - so very small under the immense gaze of that brightly sun.*
*There was a slump of felled tree in a clearing at the edge of that forest. It was cut down many years ago. The stranger, an old, fatherly and wizened man, walked towards the rooted log.*
*And there he sat beside that log, and he thought long, and he thought hard. In truth he sat thinking for so very long that it grew dark and cold. Birdsong gave away to dusky cricket music which sang on the evening wind, and fox did wander then and multitudes of bats came forth from their black caves. All the night creatures arrived out with the daylights fading. It was a sight to behold.*