The Open Year · Album · Track 6
5 Aug 2026 · 3:08 · 235 plays
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Winter takes attendance.
So do we.
Every dusk we gather at the low stone
and hold the only roll call we know.
Not wool. Not weight.
They counted what we'd fetch.
We count who we are.
Still here. (still here)
Say it so the next one hears you.
Say it like you'll say it
all winter long.
Still here.
We learned our names out here,
so we count by name.
A number never kept anyone warm.
A name has a face. A face has a fire.
Around the low stone, every dusk,
the winter takes attendance
and finds us.
And where a voice is missing
we leave the silence in its place.
We don't fill it.
We never fill it.
It counts.
Still — here—————
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