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I walked down to the lake. The sun was almost painful in the water, the smells of leaves on the ground intoxicating.

I sat down on a cliff, read some in the book with Annika Norlin lyrics. She always manages to creep up on me. I think I know my favorite songs, the most potent of her phrases – and then something new jumps out at me.

I can’t tell right from wrong now
but I saw the sharpest curve on your upper lip
Oh, tell me if it’s true what I heard
That it was brought here by sparrows
Flown over fields and angels approved it
For they landed on you

Maybe it’s the places where I’m at that make the words speak to me.

I’ve had a phrase ringing in my head the last couple of days, I fell in love in fall. I might have to write a short story.

And, yet again, thank Annika.