As time passes, the warm patina of the past and the soft cadence of the words once heard changes – slowly, the colors become bright and clear – the hushed tone of the words becomes loud and insistent – life’s experiences help those ‘aha’ conversations take on new and urgent meaning...
And then one of the things that I do take advantage of for myself is some audio stuff. I can’t have a big, amazing surround stereo set or anything like that at home, because the kids are going to be sleeping. So, anything that mixes the audio like a pop song, like low dynamic ...
Now if you will take some advice from me, Don't take tablets, Drink a cup of TEA. Bernard Shaw. CLOCK. There are twelve numbers on the face of my clock, I know that it's happy for it goes tick tock. It has two hands, one large, one quite small, They go round and round as ...
Just take it to your hearth." With that he left and never Came that way again The morning lost forever His charming, gentle strain. The Song's Poem Oh for a song from far away, Speaking of waves and the snowy spray, The soft, pleasant sounds, The opening wounds, The float...
near enough my theoretical receipt of the directed theory parsed from practice. I hear the falter work its way toward treasure, leave a wake of likely strength. Is this the parchment song was written on. Measured in the scent of hurt. A failed canary dangling fevered melody near what we ...