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I talk to myself, that invisible being
Who haunts me most when I think I'm alone,
And I catch myself calling me you.
“You should quit fishing now.
You should head for bed soon. ”
Out here in this solitude smelling of ciders,
I seem to be both me and you,
And we are my father, my mother,
My lover, my brother, that ghost of the woods
Who sings in my blood, urging courage
And uncommon sense: “Everything breathes,
Even rocks. ”
Barton Sutter, Night Fishing, Lake Polly

A River Runs Through It, Mark Isham

Emanuel, Kristina Cooper

Benedictus (by Karl Jenkins), 2CELLOS