Over the cold lake the cloud banks
Are like mountains I have known
Or lived next to in a past life.
Or lived next to in a past life.
From a distance they belie
Their stuffing of ether
So that I hurry towards them
Eager for the heights.
In photo: matcha and baked oatmeal.
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May you wander in the beauty of the silken ether.
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