Out along the path around the circle. The flowers are blooming among the rubbish and discarded. Open the gate to set upon a bench. Sounds come from all around the Provence. The rains will come soon and wash those feelings away and to bring anew. Whether joy or melancholy anew and fresh for the creation. Libations of the evening concrete the creation. We are free in our own cages. Do what you will under God's law.
