My history is long in telling,
Though my origins are unknown.
I watch the tender earth most carefully,
Clothed in discards long disowned.
I guard against the raucous poachers,
Praying for a gust of wind that will animate my lifeless form.
The autumn winds will signal the completion of my job.
Maybe if I had a brain I'd choose to move south for the winter.
Currently uploading 2.8TB of my folder data on an alt acc. Will include who shall not be named and since it's bulk upload it will hopefully not get hit like the others. will post once completed.