Stonehenge
The first thing I remember is the sea.
It's been a long time since I was at the sea -- that was a rough life, wearing -- but never monotonous. Each wave brought a new tickle, a new sensation. Life is much quieter here, full of lighter sensations, full of heat and dirt and the occasional cricket. I always liked dawn at the sea, but sunset is better here. The fire recedes from the sky and I am drawn in -- my brothers are silent, I am the only one who still watches the sky.
Merlin
The feeling spread within him; his blood slowed, turned to sap. His legs grew heavy and melded with the ground, and his fingers curled into graceful branches. So observed Merlin, after all these years speaking with trees, this is how it feels to be one. The scraggly white beard petrified and Merlin felt his essence leaking form his mind and into the other pores of his being like water spurting from a cracked bucket.
Jimi
Sky
High
Eye see you!
Don't deny
Rectify
You may burn inside –
but music makes you beautiful
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