And all those lonely nights down by the river
Brought me bread and water, water in
But though i tried so hard my little darling
I couldn't keep the night from comin' in
Home. Down winding roads to the water's edge. Joanna Newsom and the Yuba River. I love you. Granite that curves around to cuddle you close. Warm sun, cold stream. Drops of water on your favorite book, as you dry off. Happy to be here, today.
Question of the blog:
When do you feel home?
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In England. At Little Corona beach. Walking around the Old City, Jerusalem. Cafe Mekka, Nevada City.
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