[00:20.340]Since we last spoke[00:24.050]The past eleven weeks[00:28.000]The stacks of paper left me feeling[00:33.690]Like sentience is not quite what it seems[00:41.050]When we last wrote[00:45.060]It was the sun and me[00:48.830]With cliffs as high[00:50.790]And fears as deep with my[00:54.390]Magnum opus, my starry-eyed recitative[01:02.850]The color on these trees[01:07.850]It's like something from a movie[01:14.030]Last night I smiled[01:18.340]While laughing at a moonbeam[01:21.980]We're all moving[01:33.540]I felt awoke[01:37.360]Our summer music spree[01:41.700]My reflections on being cut free[01:47.280]It's turning out to be the strength I need[01:54.760]I hope you know[01:58.340]That there's still joy for me[02:02.340]In fleeting moments I take relief[02:07.430]In my suspicion that these past months[02:11.410]Were a dream[02:16.220]You should see these trees[02:21.010]It's like something from a movie[02:26.980]And when she smiles[02:31.810]The earth's no longer moving[02:35.450]The thought's soothing