Firefly Glen [PHE] winding grove

she wanted to cry. only barely holding it back! she instead focused upon the good, upon the songs that still carried on no matter who sung them.

there is a working song. perhaps you have already heard it from the moonglow camp...

yet she allowed herself to sing it in part now.

aya, aya aya!

the handsome boy there, he is staring at your face!

do not look, do not look

i will say the words loud so he will hear them:

'"what did your father ask in trade?'"

this song will live on for generations. if not forever! and in that i will have the memory of her voice always.

and maybe other camps would take this song too and carry it into their own work. the voices of many might be heard around the world forever. a comforting thought if she was to ever travel far.