If I was an 1890’s vaudeville performer in a past life, I wrapped myself in scarves of many colors and danced along a high wire, inviting discordant revelry and breathing fire. This was my soundtrack… (NWS)
If I was an 1890’s vaudeville performer in a past life, I wrapped myself in scarves of many colors and danced along a high wire, inviting discordant revelry and breathing fire. This was my soundtrack… (NWS)
This is the season for catching up and I am just now listening to the music accompanying your lead-in art. The soul may be a synonym for timeless connections. Wow, wow.