Hello again
As the similar sounds of routine find their rightful place
Leaning in for help
Such gifts are the trusting winds
When all is in
Swirling about
Again
The asking never seems to fade
We match it will a freeing choice
Building up our magic
For what that means to our moment
Going left over the hill
Sunday sounds on a Wednesday
But its Thursday
Cool operators coming to their instruments
Sitting in the streets
Fighting in the streets
Watching the placid response to lean harder
On what came the day before
A million signals
Chatting over themselves
Blades of great finds a way through stones
Always a miracle
Even when its stepped on
One thousand feet
And we do it again
Hazy Acres 
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