Just beyond Longing
Take the northern road
Where it all starts to look
Like Norway in the spring
Or Zurich in the fall
All the seasons compacted
Into a few singular days
The whole point of your coming
Into the world summarized
At a roadside table the bride
And bridegroom have arrived
There is a mountain over there
And wine is being poured
And we have nowhere else to be
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