Massachusetts is reopening and I have gone back to the glassy feeling of not quite being in the same reality as the people who are saying the words. "Tough times never last, tough people do." Well, good for the tough people. Shame about the rest of us. I don't expect a second spike of infections in the fall, I expect one by July at the latest. But I'm glad houses of worship are considered essential businesses in Massachusetts. I'm sure that ancestor of mine from the Puritan migration would be thrilled.
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- 1: There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water
- 2: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
- 3: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 4: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 5: Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
- 6: I am bound to these shores, I'll be bound till the end
- 7: Wish everyone could hear when she sings
- 8: I cannot feel it, the veil of black, a fine spray of white paint
- 9: I make sure there are hidden messages in my work
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