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She was born by northern riversWhere the land breathes fire and floodShe can tell the coming weatherIn her bones, her body and her bloodI was born here, on a southern bayConcerning me, there isn’t much to say She grew up on northern riversColoured birds sang her out of bed each dayShe made friends with wild creaturesThey filled her dreams, her study and her playShe is wild too, hard to keep in viewThe more I know her the less I do... View Article