5000 years of roam, carrying the torch, seeding the fields, we pronounce the name of the wind, we dance for the rain, and traces of magic are blowing in the air. and we face the dark, the paths of mannaz, exploring ourselves and the mysteries of the night, owls and trees open our eyes, we make our bread, we know how to stay warm under the rain..
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