II kabbo, the bushman

“…As regards myself, I am waiting that the moon may turn back for me; that I may set my feet forward in the path…I…listen, watching for a story, which I want to hear…that it may float into my ear…I feel that my name floats along the road…along to my place…I feel that a story is in the wind.”

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