Wading through the water has felt nice and calming, I am cooling down from a year of rough actions. I am singing again albeit poorly. I don't mind, its because of the poetry I keep writing, and ringing out (chord) progressions on the guitar.
Looking at the trees grow golden has me hoping for more stories, memories and home-cooked meals. I could survive by this world because we make it feel whole together. You, the sweet people listening, here is my music if you would like to keep listening. It is slow and minimal and barely a song but I'll take it and if you wish to, you are free to:
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