The world, for once, will not ask you to be useful.
Wenmaal does not come twice to the same person the same way. wenmaal
Keep it.
It is the grey hour when the frost on the window doesn’t melt, but listens . When the floorboards remember the weight of ancestors who never spoke above a whisper. The world, for once, will not ask you to be useful
But it remembers you.
In the old villages, they would say: “Wenmaal has set the table again.” wenmaal