they gather between lifetimes where the water shines
| Ode to Baby Einstein | ragged umbrellas | I'm not a poet, although I play one | There were no clouds. I prayed for lightning. |
| I want the air through my hair as I swing to the clouds. | Little Fluffy Clouds |
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