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.
Sorry again, Esan. Would you reupload these, please? Thanks 淫触の産声 人妻♪かすみさん (especially this one. I had something that I'd like to personally confirm with this game).