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Walden, wide clear eye in the woods, Wade in, wet the wrists, quick fish & thick silt, Were you with us?—center of my manic covid summerWhen you drank more than dad ever would, I’m sorry forWriting it down. Knowing it now. All this. 
With Nana as a kid, I made a Woeful song across Lake MichiganWere you there then? There’s sorrow in the waterWhy can’t I remember if you were ever there What can words recover? Will I write it down now?