…After the Beginning… #17 Patrick, not a boy but a stripling, lived draped in his colors- the blues and greens of the rivers and woods- for those who could see such things. He grew tall, fit and strong. He had a body grown manly early, sun-bronzed skin, wind-kissed hair, a smile on his face and uncommon depth in his blue-green eyes. His humor was quick and infectious, his intelligence reassuring, and his charm compelling. Wherever he went he drew attention and more than a few interested looks from pretty girls. Even so, he neither showed nor withheld favor to or from any, but was kind to all. No one knew from where he came nor where he went, but the magic of earth, forest and waters was clearly his. He was a steward. Acts Of Man…Midlake If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait Let all that run through the fields through the quiet, Go on with their, own with their own hidden ways When all newness of gold travels far from Where it had once been, Born like the earth over years And when the acts of man Cause the ground to break open Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait Great are the sounds of all that live And all that man can hold If all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait Great are the sounds of all that live And all that man can hold Great are the sounds of all that live
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