Dear Someone Somewhere,

Last night the moon slept on my lap. The VHF radio was transmitting a sea of frequencies, the campfire was licking its old wounds and I was trying to send signals to those who are out carrying the same world on their laps, listening. In Oregon, we gather around fire when the world aches to breathe. Even in winter, we inhale a deep call to nature. We drop everything, we know a tender surrender. Here’s a tune stitched with different strings: the radio, the Pacific, campfire, keyboard, and microcosm. It was nice to invite the moon to sleep on my lap. Half of my voice is a frequency. Half of my life, a lullaby.

S

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