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A Hard Teacher
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Looking around I was kneeling in grass. No more trees around me. The hand was a man's. It was big and scarred, but it's touch gentle.
'Wha's wi' ye wee 'un?'
I tried to say something but I couldn't bring out a word. I began to cry.
'Noo Noo, na need te blart. Ye git a name?'
'...Bjorn' I said faintly
'So Bjorn, ye hungry?'
I nodded, wiping away my tears
'Folloo me then. Name is Martin by th' wey'
Picture Male Peasant by dashinvaine
Music A Hard Teacher by Hans Zimmer
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