Current listenings

Quite a lovely week really. My mind has left the ground behind once more, twirling in loopty loops through the vastness of space. Fireflies and fauns and flowers eddying through past my eyes, I cannot help but dream once more. Oh, it is no lucid dream but a sense, a feeling, a blanket fresh from the dryer draped over my shoulders, fragrant and warm, soft.

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