Manné, the tumbling rock

Mountain crumbling
Tumbling rock, tumulus in tumble

Manné has been sleeping, since the cold captured him, a late Autumn night.  The sympathies were many, but now I am alone. Ice and Fire knows nothing of his passing, yet the same sun shines on them. Does she shine on you, my closest friend?

She wanted to change the world, change it all, completely…

Manné, have you fallen?

I turn at night. Questions without answers. Answers without questions. Will he wake? Will he rise again? Will he, in the warmth of spring, again be my tumbling rock?

From Jean’s diary, 1913

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