That's the way you shouted when you were fourteen years old and did as you pleased. But it never came to anything, he could not get it out. Even though he had full freedom to sing out so Sissel heard. He stood there for a while and let his silent cry sink into him and into the air around him. He felt the unspoken words running up and down his spine.
[Spring Night, Vesaas, T.]
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