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there is truth in everything
there are places we will never see.
the record is breathing now,..
it is alive i tell you.
i am at the edge of the wave of sound.
i have not really been home for a month.
but in some ways i am home.
it has rained everyday here except for today.
there are dark clouds above us.
i have a very big cliff to climb now to be set free.
most of what is left to cut are my vocals.
the music is flowing like wine.
i hear flutes and i hear chimes.
pianos and shakers and words down on paper,
hope.
colors.
strings.
keys.
frets.
digital.
record.
stop.
start.
repeat.
follow.
feel.
know.
be.
10:46 AM
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