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higher ground
i feel the rain come in
the smell before the wind
leaves fold down
those pale green crowns
yima yima yai
yima yima yai
i watch the river rise
both forks are snake eyes wise
set me down on higher ground
yima yima yai
yima yima yai
i’m back where i came from
the trees the old deer run
worn out trails
tucked tired tails
yima yima yai
yima yima yai
i’ll meet you up the hill
your hair it’s falling still
lay me down on higher ground
yima yima yai
yima yima yai
the nights were cold and clear
and every star hung near
reaching round for higher ground
yima yima yai
yima yima yai
— david elias
photographs from windy hill, northern california
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