the sound we used to make was skin and bonesnour very self indulgent dronenbut have things changed that much today?nwell, it's too far for me to saynour necks still strained from heavy headsnwe used to shoulder round the woodsnand though that air was never freshnwe soldiered on like blood and fleshnnand it softened the blow to our headsnbut we find ourselves at end after endnand when the fabric starts to fraynwe would return on other daysnand we were born once againnnskin on skin and arm to armnit's bound to crash but don't be alarmednnthe lake remains a stable floornand it is just outside our doorsnso we're not lonely anymorenlonely like we were before