13 January 2011. Modus rainus. Light gray mist, shifting to something more constant, then back again.
Torn between the Russians and the Argentines. Ancient slavic lands--rivers flowing south from the middle of a continent--Dnieper, Volga--and the peoples who live alongside them, older tribes, clans--predki--ancestors (russkie, ukraintsy, belorusy)... The authority of language--or is it just the words themselves--names and such. Spoken, heard, recognized, remembered...
Dub--an oak tree, something on that order...
Horses and lands. A rider's gait...
Song...
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