TATE BROCK FSAI ‘25 POHJOINEN KESä
“As a lark I learned to wander, wander as a lonely song-bird, through the forests and the fenlands quietly o’er hill and heather; walked in pain about the marshes, learned the songs of winds and waters, learned the music of the ocean, and the echoes of the woodlands.” - Kalevala, Epilogue, Rune L
“Sainpa, kiuru, kiertämähän, lintu kurja, kulkemahan, vieno, maita vieremähän, vaivainen, vaeltamahan, joka tuulen tuntemahan, ärjynnän älyämähän, vilussa värisemähän, pakkasessa parkumahan.” - Kalevala, Epilogi, Runo L