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A time now, everywhere

For balance. 

Hold steady, we are 

Pulling on the

Same side of the rope.

I can’t even process everything,

Probably because there is

A bit too much incoming

At this moment. 

I’m on the balance beam

A bit of damned 

Vertigo

But still

Something 

Beautiful

Peaceful

That thousand acre grassland in South Park

At near ten thousand feet 

Reshaped my sense

Of place, of everything
Except it all familiar 

Sinew and bone. Heart.

So lonesome 

Tu me manque