the drop in is always difficult. sometimes in ways that gnaw at my soul, other times a whisper in my ear reminding of the things that i know, and now can't unknow. the inevitable push-pull, the sorting through of what is there, what can come back here, a rock, a moment. it is true that you take yourself wherever you go. but some places have a power, places that seep into the deepest parts of me. tonight i went outside and walked down to the river. the sound of the waterfall, south of me a quarter mile, rumbles long and steady like the waves on stinson beach. i've made recordings of both...when played together, they sound almost identical. the soundtrack of home.
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