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You’re a gray-headed cousin of a hooded crow
I’m a May-feted mother of the woods you know
Primeval everything

Like the sun already burning at the break of dawn
Like a salmon returning to the place of spawn
In dreams
Oceans to streams

You’re a strange thing
I’m a changeling!
I was born in the center of an epic flood
As I struggled to the surface through the rain and mud
I cried
On the turning tide

I was laid in a bed of abalone shell
And the waves did rock me in a gentle swell
It’s fine
I’m a water sign

I’m a strange thing
You’re a changeling!

When the world is overwhelming and the water’s wide
Gonna dig a secret tunnel, crawl inside to hide
And wait
Hope it’s not too late

And it’s hard to bridge the gap between the how and the why
But you never make a difference if you never try
So there
It’s alright to care

We are strange things
We are changelings!


from Temescal Telegraph, released June 5, 2020


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