I keep going backas if Im looking for something I have lostback to the motherland, sisterland, fatherlandback to the beacon, the breastthe smell and taste of the breeze,and the singing of the rain.
—Heather Nova
In a church of my own we’re perfect togetherI recognize you in the stained glass
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