I'll never look back

[Emwe Soul]

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ind//for i bakvendt-land indentind//der kan alt gå an //Emwe Soul tar det siste verset av en sang han ikke kan The ball of dust dodged his cunning attack as the pup's movements set air in motion, blowing the little ball away from the point he had expected it to be. Again! What a sneaky little thing. Even if Emwe knew quite well (although one could never be certain!) that it was not alive, it kept moving like that! It set his knowledge of the world to the test. He was unable to predict where the dust-ball would be, and chasing it was very hard. It seemed to always move at the right time, and it was very annoying. Of course, if he had stopped breathing out so heavily every time he landed, it would stop flying, but Emwe hadn't thought of that - in fact, he didn't quite grasp that idea just yet. Things were heavy, everything in the whole world was heavy, but that was of course only because he was weak. He didn't know that either, thus the ball of dust and its flight across the floor satisfied his needs for something to do for the time being, and probably a long time ahead as well. That is, if it hadn't been for Conor, who called for him from another room. Emwe was glad his brother was back, but he wasn't completely the same as before. He was much smaller! Or perhaps Emwe was bigger. It was hard to understand. Trotting into the room where Conor sat, Emwe's tongue lolled out of his mouth as he sat down in front of his brother. Hies! Failing miserably at the notion of conversation, the slightly dim boy sat there, simply smiling and looking at his sibling. It didn't occur to him, for example, to ask why he'd been called, but mommy had told him that it was good to greet people, so he did. He was a good boy. //der er de like tøysete og rare alle mann //

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