“What is he doing now?” Xetal asked the river. “He is making his way across the waters,” responded the river. Xetal sat on the bank, her eyes closed as she focused on the vibrations around her. She stuck her tongue out and tasted the mist. Her grandmother had taught her how to listen. She had taught her how to understand. There would be an upheaval soon. No. The upheaval had already begun.
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RIVER SONG 2
