I kiss the back of her hand.

She has rough skin these days.

She abuses those who only want to help.

She isn’t meant to be a tyrrant.

She has a heart as vast as the great Eurasian grasslands,

home of the horse and braide bearing maidens.

She doesn’t like nature enough to know what she always knew.

That’s the problem with knowing it all yet learning nothing.

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