Water, sidelong, edge of sight,
Part of the magic, being blind,
Glimpses of the lake,
Fractions of grace.
There, between birches
The impossible blue
Of where we’re going.
Good God, what a childhood that was.
Water, sidelong, edge of sight,
Part of the magic, being blind,
Glimpses of the lake,
Fractions of grace.
There, between birches
The impossible blue
Of where we’re going.
Good God, what a childhood that was.
wow! pretty perfect! fractions of grace
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