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The lake is thoughtful

The lake is thoughtful this morning. A white layer of misty questions. Slowly floating in circles within itself. Spring-air down my lungs and up to the seagulls. Boundless.

Air, take me with you.

Up and over to the other side; other side of the mist. Where the lake meets a hill meets a hinder. Give me nutrient for my dreams, let me step on forgiving stones.


Climb foreign branches like a handshake and new connections. May the trail be willing and echo my call. Let my feet, sore of love, cry as my breath victoriously give in to the mountain peak. When I fill the air like the air fills me. Looking up at nothing and down on misty questions.

Air, take me with you.

To the other side of the thoughtful lake.

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