My lucid green waves my lamenting seabirds my salt on your tongue my sand in your eyes my star-branded body my withering fog-breath my wind in your hair you long for the shore. My yearning is two hundred miles long but my need is ever-strong we are the threads weaving the skeletal woods and broken mountains. Abandon your scrapers of sky, cities are thieves of the soul rebels that burn with blue fire, listen—Cascadia calls. We are many We are one We are melodies We are song We wept like brothers, fought as sisters broke like ice and died like glaciers we yearned like forests starved by summer we wept like sisters and fought as brothers. Return to me, my beautiful-one my waters and my lover my salt on your tongue my waves in your hair my wind and my sand return to me soon, so we can be one. My yearning is two hundred miles long but my need is ever-strong we are the threads weaving the skeletal woods and broken mountains. I wish the mountain-crawling mist to be your silver breath this place is not you, my love but I may never come home your grit beneath every stone river and sky your cerulean skin for you are my love, my love but at battle's end this land will be my home. My yearning is two hundred miles long but my need is ever-strong we are the threads weaving the skeletal woods and broken mountains the threadbare fens and ragged meadows Long live Cascadia. Long live this fight.
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