With the past northern life very much in my sole, those years have tattooed many layers of my skin. 

Maybe now i get to listen more. Maybe this is the selective hearing for a mid 30's country life family man. I know one thing, i love music and i love the people and the memories that have educated me the many walking routes through sound.  They may not all love me, they don't have to. It's a combination of the days and the nights, the dusks and the dawns. The traffic and rain to the sheep and the wind. The fields and the sunshine. Its all black and white when i sleep. Clear as the crisp morning air and the rivers flowing free. Vast Puddles in Oceans of Dreams. ThankYou.


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