Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

And venture toward the ridge

The setting sun. Be alive
Where you were born. Await there
Where you were born. Await there
The setting sun. Be alive
The setting sun. Be alive
To that old conflagration
To that old conflagration
One more time. Mortality
One more time. Mortality
Is your shadow and your shade. —N. Scott Momaday
Is your shadow and your shade.
—N. Scott Momaday

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