... they left me.
Tore open the fabric of a tree and they left me.
Quiet in this place in the soft wet silence of another race they left me.
Hidden between a Time and place between the legs of youth's embrace they left me.
Bore the pain of Lightening's sting as the fabric came open then.
In blinding sounds my life began in air and here is where they left me.
Given Name and path to go between the Years and Times To grow, they left me.
Searching....
"... I'll come find you..."
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