Poetry: The House at Long Lake by Philip Metres
How a house is a self
& else, a seeping into
of light and deciding the day
A house so close
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Lyrical: Night at Lake Unknown by Conor Oberst
I drift away it’s night at lake unknown, I’m floating/I see it all for what it is/Most anything can be forgiven/With what is left we’ll have to live
Quote: “Sometimes a misty lake becomes so calm in the early morning that a person who is boating thinks he is dead, as if there is only existence but not himself.” – Mehmet Murat ildan
Recipe: Now or Later Cinnamon Buns
Anywhere But Here: Lost Lake, Sisters, OR
