the way we would run barefoot
in the long grass
not fearing any danger lurking
would make our grandmother worry
"don't go further that way"
but we would
and we were fierce creatures
and the forest was magic
it would eat away at the debris
left behind by someone long gone
hide rust in greenery
and we would eat wood sorrel and wild strawberries
tell each other all our secrets
forget to return
until the smoke from the sauna
our grandfather built
would call us home
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