The most beautiful thing we can experience

[Emwe Soul]

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ind//for i bakvendt-land indentind//der kan alt gå an I've just dated this forward a bit, till after he's arrived in Dahlia again. For Colibri //Emwe Soul tar det siste verset av en sang han ikke kan Emwe strolled along, in the sense that such a fat little pup can stroll at all, and his eyes were taking in everything around him. Ever since he had come back to Dahlia de Mai, he'd been allowed to be on his own, and he was still getting used to it. It was probably because he was such a big boy! He was, if one judged by the amount of puppy fat. Emwe's eyes looked around him with a width that no grown person could imagine themselves able to copy. Everything was so familiar! Everything smelt like he wanted it to, in a way, as if it was home. It had smelt o.k. in uncle Ly's cabin, too, even though he had been sleeping under the floorboards, but it had been different than this. This smelt like mommy and daddy! Where was daddy anyways? He had already seen mommy, but not daddy. Perhaps daddy was busy making sure mommy was ok, and that was why he wasn't in the cabin where he had found mommy. It was quite possible, and very logical. Yes, daddy must have been out getting food or other nice things. Actually, now that he thought about it, he was a little hungry. Halting, he plumped down on his bum and sat there for a little while, thinking. Now, what was he going to do about that? Perhaps mommy had some food? But he had gone so far now, on his grand adventure, he would most likely die before he ever reached mommy's place today. His hunger was so great, just like that! So hungry, and without anyone to help him. It wasn't so much fun to be alone after all, the boy concluded, before he wailed loudly and let himself fully down onto the ground. His bulky tummy - which was now oh so empty - was pressed against the ground along with all his limbs, and his ears and tail gave clear signal that the boy was not having a good time at all. Oh, if only daddy had been here! He was so brave and strong, he would fix everything, Emwe was certain. But he wasn't! No one was here! He was all alone, and his world was shattering with the growling pain in his tummy. //der er de like tøysete og rare alle mann //

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