rosa
moonshine
I'm
home
.
I
had
a
great
ride
home
.
A
man
sat
next
to
me
.
I'm
not
sure
if
it
really
happened
.
He
was
dark
skinned,
indian
man
from
the
lower mainland
part
of
Mexico
.
He
asked
me
if
I
knew
about
the
moon
,
we
talked
about
spirit
animals
,
and
life
.
His
name
was
Alejandro
Angel
.
I
gave
the
book
to
him
,
and
bought
him
water
.
He
showed
me
pictures
of
the
forest
he
had
drawn
in
his
violin
journal
.
He
was
on
his
way
to
Portland
.
I've
met
him
before
,
and
there
was
something
profound
there
.
Something
completely
natural
and
destined,
if
anything
ever
is
.
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who
go
blather
from