WEDNESDAY, APRIL 17th, 2013
Such places exist where sound is not noise. Such places exist where the rattle of modernization is too distant to resonate, where the machine of life is no machine at all.
Our connection is a fond memory. Our connection is a yearning. We may not reside in these places, instead these places must reside within us.
Today's Jazz Hands want for nothing save the strength to navigate. Day one-hundred and seven complete.
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