Erev Yom Kippur is upon us and we are simmering a chicken curry with spinach and mushrooms in advance of sundown. I don't think time has ever felt re-jointed, but we will light the yahrzeit candles and remember the dead, named and unnamed, who came to this season before us. I am slowly and apotropaically working on something I have missed doing. I hope this grey weather has been restorative for the water table.
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- 1: You flipped the script and you shot the plot
- 2: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
- 3: And the birds flew right by and the earth made them sing
- 4: Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time
- 5: There's nothing here but echoes
- 6: If I'm hoping, then I'm hoping for the frost
- 7: There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water
- 8: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 9: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 10: Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
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