In this strange zone, in this labyrinth of genomes; the Celtic sister of the soul calls amongst the Ocean mists.
It is our mixed blood; we aren't them, we are us.
Amongst, amongst; amongst the sister of the Celtic soul, our past was their future: northern Africa and the Atlantic empire.
And The Isles.
Yes, The Isles.
Our common blood ran from the shout; I think we are rock yet.
Already.
Our tears are...
...Because that's what we are: the most mixed blood's people in the world; and strangely, staying ourselves.
Is the Atlantic mystery, is what we are.
Because we aren't them, we are us.
Us...
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