Amazing how such so-called “unintelligent” creatures understand
So deeply for what they were created: to sing their own simple
It is full:
Of you, of itself, of the world.
This song, each song,
Sung by the new singer.
For temerarious muscle
Something beautiful is happening between Anita and me: we’re falling in love again. Maybe it’s the seven year itch finally bearing fruit — we’ve been together for about nine years. Maybe it’s that we’ve actually managed to practice what we preach by using the tools we have learned over the years in our own day-to-day [...]
…or how about on Twitter? or Feedly?
music of the muse
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