Like for so many of us, it’s been a year of sorting, honing, tossing, and making. Here is something I made. Press play and take a listen!
there is a stain it can’t be seen and there are rocks they keep moving you spin around making new shapes the air is hot you trace your brain but there is heart and there is mind and there is love some of the time there was a place you knew yourself you recognized your winking eye and then they came the had their rules you fought but still they got you schooled they shook your heart they hooked your mind a twisted love built upon lies do buh do buh do... I know for sure not much again except the sand it keeps falling you’re hoping still there’s something new could it be hidden in your plain view a little heart a little mind a little love some of the time some of the time some of the time November 2020
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