
One of the fires on the far shore was missing. The beat went wrong in the strait's shadow, and what scared me more was that I seemed to be the only one counting.
Good eye. But don't count it out loud, just tell me.
Get caught counting, and you die.
Took up the spear this spring. My hands still shake.

One of the fires on the far shore was missing. The beat went wrong in the strait's shadow, and what scared me more was that I seemed to be the only one counting.

Half a year since I took up the spear, and my hands still shake standing at this fire. Everyone's laughing, so I laugh along.