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The earth has a beard. A shadow blew the windows open. Follow the boot tread on my face. We were on foot, traveled by night. I wish I had tried to answer her arrogant questions. A question of shine, transparent green eyes that belong to everyone who sleeps in an open grave. Schoolchildren know the graves stay open. Did you hear laughter when the hero tried to bite your fingers off? You don't know the value of love, but donšt let yourself be eaten. Death inherits the mountains. Death knows the land better than you. The earth has a beard. A shadow blew the windows open.