River Lethe

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River of Lethe 
Carry me down
But there ain't no water here 
to be found.

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The wind is agitating the trees and filling the air with flying leaves and the crazy sounds of wind chimes banging and the little brown birds that fill our hedges are threeting and careening hard as thrown baseballs across the yard.



We have coffee and logs. We'll lose power soon.




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As for myself, I aim to go out in the storm and stand on the cliffs overlooking the thrashing sea and lean into wind and spray until I am bone cold and drenched.


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Namaste.


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