Process: Francois Morelli #3
The walk across le lac des Sucrerie took forty-five minutes. There I found a muskrat lodge. Bending over I picked up a gnawed branch with my mouth. Carrying it, I began my walk back home. Midway, my breath took over, it's sound bouncing off the lake. A chant ensued. I imagined myself sleepwalking with CB's calling in the distance.
Francois Morelli
