I ought to be in bed.
I wish that I were in bed.
The tumbled sea offers the next best thing:
a lush body of ambient piano
to hold close, lulling the
heaviest of hearts into a beautiful warmth,
despite the changing of seasons
and people.
ps.my rapid stream of posts is a clear
indication that i am spending
entirely too much time on the internet
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