And this album was it! transcends time, at least my time. I was flying through the graveyard, creating beauty with beauty, and for who's eyes? Mine Only. And yours now, in some very very distant way.
This is what the new trees do to the city, and by extension the human spirit
This is me, this morning, child with mustache, reading the book of life, whereon there is a flower bud being written by a branch.