Autumn Equinox catch up

Hello my dear friends,

I hope you are all well and that you all enjoyed Spring, Summer and the Autumn Equinox, wherever you are!

Here life is like the tide. In and out. Gentle rolling waves. Storms. Winds. Then deep, blue and calm again. My thoughts and ideas are like seagulls. Sometimes they blend in the scenery, with just a few passing comments. Sometimes they shout too loud or steal my chips.

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Being the Walrus…

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Running free under the clouds

Loud clouds above our heads

It sounds like hell unravelling,

The skies are shaking

Waking up the dead.

Running free under the clouds

Being the Walrus,

Being the Walrus

Hearing him calling aloud

Elegant sunset, pink-blue sky

Elegant bullet, shouting so high

We can hear it through the clouds

Above our heads, while he is still calling aloud

She is the Walrus,

She is the Walrus

Pink plastic bag in the tree

Is no longer there

Racing to the ditch, racing free

Past the monster’s lare

We’re the Walrus,

We’re the Walrus

Koo Koo Ka Choo…

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Noemie.