Friday, October 10, 2008
Love, music, or Spirit seems to be a reoccurring theme with me. Wonder
what that says about me??? Spill The most jubilant of songs are filled with the swiftness of wind the creak of bending branches the tap of falling raindrops the crash of water falling Filled with uncaged elegance The limitless flood of human sympathy spills and refills into each grateful note...
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