What is this world of ice and water and wind that we have awoken? What pathways flooded. Negative space given way. Red clay running. Patient breath, breathing. Yesterday’s blanket becomes tomorrow’s bed. Nervous system meets river system. Cold water everywhere. Chimes clapping again and again. But for now and underground there are joys to be found. In too-early spring, life is ready, but not quite yet. Plans to be made, I guess. While the real work of the world is done under feet.
This hour of songs introduced by friends and made by friends and made by friends of friends and made by people I’m sure we’d be friends had we been introduced. Soon enough I’m sure.
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