An indulgent expression of the soul,

a first class trip.

Soaring violin winds lift you onto a lyrical carpet dancing effortlessly in the buoyant sky,

while a damp fog deposits poetic dew drops against your skin.

You feel this music.

It leaves an impression with you.


Mick McAuley & Winifred Horan – To Make You Feel My Love


About jackdetate

Married, 2 children, retired, enjoying unstructured time: "And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass, And then hopped sidewise to the wall To let a beetle pass." ~ Emily Dickinson
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