things don't always come into focus. and today i'm having a terrible time keeping the lines straight, only because of some home made cider, bar room smoke and having my head bounced off a poker table three or four times. the things we do for love (and music, more to come from your favorite gypsy band), and now after having vanquished the stir in my gut, i seek refuge in the fog and will try for baptism in the rain. give birth to the new dawn and have mercy for the past by leaving it behind. we're still here, living out west and looking east, mostly at richard's mountain, here is first bluff, where we look south.