I’ll be there and I’ll be here and I’ll be halfway through the next century before the blue catches up to me and turns my green eyes red. (the green important only so that I can see the trees with their proper shade of summer skin, not reflected in the autumn buzz of transformation) Let me see the sky falling back towards the silver root of the sea, that’s all I ask for.

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