Monday, April 4, 2011


I only have to hear the first few tinkling windchimes and i'm back in that hopeless, crazy, lonely savage place i was in with you. Saturdays and Sundays spent talking online with you all day. Driving to work on Monday morning, knowing you were waiting, lying awake, for me to get to work so you could continue the conversation until you passed out from too much Belvedere. Times i won't ever forget or want to. Thank you for showing me another side of life from all the way over there in Seattle. A life i can never have
.... and leaving me with so many exquisite sounds to feed off, like this one from Iceland's M'um ....

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