Nova Scotia you took ahold of me when I least expected it.
When it rains the salt water curls my hair.

I feel like I must have been here in a past life-
Or is that now?
I can't tell the difference.

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How can they be my friends if I don't know them?
Is that what happiness is?

When the tide turns and I'm sunburnt and cold again-
I'll remember the Atlantic blue in her eyes and the grey grit under my feet.
Putting one foot in front of the other-
For no reason other than espressos on deck.
If it weren't for all of these colors that turn like windmills in my mind-

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Hope high enough to fly a kite!
I wonder if I just might-
Learn to be free like no other-
The kind George Washington admittedly could not fuck with!

Still outside early in the mornin,
Do I puff on mine.
Do I imagine ghosts on Windsor?
Or those that move swiftly today?

There's something about a port city and the call of the wildest unknown-
Her paradise-
Her love-
That is the greatest love of all-

To give fully of itself and to live happily enough to enjoy the day

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Please keep me humble-
Humble like soft grey
Is it white, silver, blue, pure?
If I put my eye on it I'd never know the truth 

Keep me grateful-
Get by on less-
This can all be bliss.
You see the sun-
Put your sunglasses on.