I’m like pieces of ice drifting on a lake.
Every so often, little bits collide –
memories, ideas – and just for a moment
I could tell you a little bit of a story.

I like being pieces of ice on a lake.
If they ever ask, tell them my story
is written in the beads at the end of a kaleidoscope.

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Totensee, Switzerland, 2013

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