McMorr: slowly joining the earth
McMorr: mossy outhouse roof
McMorr: old pump by the house
McMorr: looking to the past
McMorr: the house
McMorr: The seasons of our lives unfold
McMorr: simply
McMorr: The dance never stops, it only changes tempo
McMorr: Offer me again what you thought was nothing...
McMorr: How might I see the story?
McMorr: the final leaves
McMorr: the handle
McMorr: awareness