“Hello… hello…” Tyler’s voice echoed throughout the vacant cavern.
Where is everyone? It’s lonely, guys.
Tanka Time:As the doe nurses her newborn fawn, the arrow has eyes to find her. “Now that—that!” yells the hunter; “No, no, why!” cries the savage. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking of my old village. The scent of cherry blossoms lingers and echoes in my mind.
(Where are you?)