There is a negative energy in this room
So greatly am I disturbed that I must run outdoors
Away from the face-slashing and back-biting
I'll warm myself on a southern breeze
And read the book of my ancestory
Until honor be restored and my nature is cured
And the harpies return to the frozen earth from which they sprang
Consulting with the elders
They guide me to the right path
Up, and up into the warm Blue Ridge
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