When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.
- Henry David Thoreau -
Condensing fact from the vapor of nuance since 2003
2.9.07
(Show me the dirt pile And I will pray that the soul can take Three stowaways In a passion it broke I pull the black from the gray But the soul can wait I felt you so much today)
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