I found a picture from our unplanned trip to Revere Beach at the end of June, the last time I was at the sea. I'm just calling it a portrait of the pandemic summer.
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- 1: There's nothing here but echoes
- 2: If I'm hoping, then I'm hoping for the frost
- 3: There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water
- 4: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
- 5: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 6: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 7: Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
- 8: I am bound to these shores, I'll be bound till the end
- 9: Wish everyone could hear when she sings
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