You Wouldn't Hate So Hard

Once upon a timeless time, there was an old woman girl who breathed muse breaths from the trees and life as we know it -everywhere  in the mystery. Stories fell like fruit at harvest time from the skies -crying to be heard, felt and told . They wanted the old woman girl to sing them and play them on the piano, to tell them, not just pretty stories but dark stories hiding at the edge of the sunlit world...the old woman girl obeyed the birds and listened with all of her heart, the stories became songs and work became love and love became everything. For years she spun them in her family village cave and one day she fell out of her cave onto a stage and there was no going back..not even her own age could defy her.The moon over the western ocean called and so she sails .

You Wouldn't Hate So Hard

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