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He took the old smoke road
down to the coast,
down where the snake wind crawls;
down where tattoos of silence
wash empty along the shore.

He took the old smoke road
back to the hills,
back where the hard fire lures;
back where the track near crumbles away
in the mist as the ghost eagle calls.

from Leechcraft by David Ward

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