Rabbit, rabbit! I woke this morning with forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit running through my head like the stuck line of a song, which I'm not even sure what to do with. On the other hand, I also woke to a small black cat who crawled under the covers beside me and purred himself back to sleep, which feels like a better omen. The air and the light have changed just enough to feel like autumn, even on a drizzling day. Every year I observe it's the ghost-season, but that doesn't seem to stop it being true.
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- 1: With life and so much loss, time has weighted us
- 2: Out in space, coast to coast
- 3: Like a sprig of yarrow caught in the dark
- 4: The moon still rises on everybody else
- 5: To the green field by the sea
- 6: Eating cereal, remembering the sky
- 7: We'll tell you of a blossom and of buds on every tree
- 8: Am I lost inside my mind?
- 9: And the biggest old rascal come tumbling down first
- 10: You showed me how to not throw my troubles away
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