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have been rejuvenating cell by cell in the the open spaces and rain brushed burrows of the english grasslands. walking beneath these skies heavy with damp promise and endless shades of ghostly silver - feeling an almost uneasy sense of familiarity and longing for my peeps to join me on the road. the only sense of home has become those undeniable beings whom pour rays of sunshine into my days, whom so often reside in places far from my own body. feeling i could roam the highways, rivers and magnetic skylines for the longest time with my throat wide open and my hands brushing across broken strings...
have been rejuvenating cell by cell in the the open spaces and rain brushed burrows of the english grasslands. walking beneath these skies heavy with damp promise and endless shades of ghostly silver - feeling an almost uneasy sense of familiarity and longing for my peeps to join me on the road. the only sense of home has become those undeniable beings whom pour rays of sunshine into my days, whom so often reside in places far from my own body. feeling i could roam the highways, rivers and magnetic skylines for the longest time with my throat wide open and my hands brushing across broken strings...