| chopin's_rain | ||
| a thimble in time | Sometimes I hear the lush tears of joy and sometimes I hear the drizzling rain of sorrow. But most of the time, the notes are woven together so gracefully that I can't tell the difference. | 050524 |
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| ever dumbening | Opus 28, No. 15, brought across time, across sand from a mother's mind through a daughter's hand. It quenches the dryness, echoing the passing years. Brooding bass tones anchor us, but to what? An ever-shifting landscape with only uncertainty and our own breath as the center. | 070126 |
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| ever dumbening | One master filmmaker dreams, another acts; a master painter fills the night of the former. A colorful bridge is crossed, and the sunlight compels the paintings to finish themselves. | 080503 |
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| unhinged | makes my genetics resonate with devastatingly_beautiful preludes, mazurkas, polonaises | 080503 |