voices from the past...
the indians spoke to me through the dry wood
in the illuminated darkness...
garrigue on harp...what a pleasure...so it goes....
Thursday, December 01, 2005
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an interactive enovel meant to deconstruct the imagery of society
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another night of music and poetry under the winter moon, spring will be here soon, maybe too soon
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