For six years I did not see
ladymondegreen except through a screen, so it was especially lovely to meet them in the bright hot afternoon by Spy Pond and catch up on the respective ways we had managed not to die since last we compared notes, after which it planlessly evolved that we repaired to my parents' house and ended up cooking a suitable dinner with interludes of watering the irises and the alyssum, touring the art in the house with my father, and lying around on the couch. Late in the evening
akawil and
pecunium came by to collect their spouse and talk programming and rocks with my parents and my mother had to kick all of us out into the night before her natural nocturnal clock ticked over to the point where she woke up. We are resolved to keep not dying so that it need not be another six years before we share a view of the water.
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- 1: There where the sun flies, there where the sky is bluer still
- 2: What ship, brother sailor, she said unto me
- 3: The notes that she sang were the nightingale notes
- 4: In the light that shows the distance, a new space for us to grow
- 5: And I'm the reason there's salt in your tears
- 6: Peering at the Perseids from your bedroom
- 7: When you're in as deep as we are, honey, it's so easy to get washed out to sea
- 8: Don't hurt your faces, folks, just a simple little clapping will suffice
- 9: What is an island but a break in the ocean?
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