Friends of mine
Her music is the wind that carries my soul through the clouds, and transforms my inner demons into curious caterpillars that will soon transform again into moths & butterfiles, if not eaten by birds
The Journey Of Harlow White
Twice within my life, I worked at a nuclear power plant as a carpenter. I built several scaffolds, but also other things like foundations, doors, & floors. The strangest people. The strangest sounds.
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