The cement sidewalk never got wet, frozen snow falling accidentally from self-trestle completed a rose just long enough for me to snap a picture. From grassy cliffside, lightning was seen as titanic chains in the sky, to be feared. The old woman who lived in the sink didnt really mind my visit for food, and new, color-coded, musical notation and now-lost symbols presented challenges. I also dreamed within that I had a gig as a baritone soloist--which also required me playing cello... Yes, dreams. Probably influenced by David Firth at this point.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Nov 2013 00:49:38 +0000
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