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Still, We’ll Have the Sea

And the sky under our feet

Photo by Mat Ranson on Unsplash

And still, it is all around us. Here, I cannot smell the coming wind anymore, but it matters not, much like it don’t matter to the moon when this girl gives her shoulders.

I confess, there are not confessions left to be made in the house of the lord. Out of the door, I pray to the winter sea. The black sky.




The songs we listen to change us. They shape how we feel and what we do. Let’s share stories of how songs shape our world. Let’s share the experience.

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