Tentatively begin to renew creative process. I have gotten lost in the day to day, the mundane worlds opened with the rising of the sun and the call to work. For me, I cease to exist under the gaze of others, powerful demands that I shape shift into whatever they require for the moment. Old writing found and gone over, the pattern calls again- self be minimised, seek no comfort, bear witness and burden to the endless march of days without glory, steel and self.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OcPZM8fq_kE
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That is beautiful video and love song.
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