Lost in it, this current of time, drifting downstream over rock and falls, under fallen tree and branch. Quickly pass the hours, slowly drag the months, was it really so long ago we greeted Summer? Blown about and wind-tossed, called it dancing for a time, but we didn’t know the steps did we? What do you hold when it’s air that holds you? Bring me bird wing or broad leaf to rest upon, bring me shade to settle into.
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