The fields of England are stretching in their sleep. The long songs of the land tumble from its dreams into mine. I hear sword clash and soldier shout, deep grave whispers. Ice thaw, deer-carving paths that gods will one day walk. I do not wish to wake. – Dr. Alice Toth, 1978 https://t.co/n3xroxNLGs
The fields of England are stretching in their sleep. The long songs of the land tumble from its dreams into mine. I hear sword clash and soldier shout, deep grave whispers. Ice thaw, deer-carving paths that gods will one day walk. I do not wish to wake. – Dr. Alice Toth, 1978 pic.twitter.com/n3xroxNLGs
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