We ought to be in the first throws of Autumn, except it feels like we are in the clutches of an Indian summer.
However,I carry the timbres of fall regardless of the season.
The new Ghost is called Mentors Shadow-informed definitely by the idea of my 'holy' Triumvirate piece unraveling to reveal the vivacious spirit instilled by friends passing. I certainly would'nt be as passionate about the notion of legacy, were it not for realising the finiteness of a mortal life.
That is the cruel irony of what I do I imagine.
However,I carry the timbres of fall regardless of the season.
The new Ghost is called Mentors Shadow-informed definitely by the idea of my 'holy' Triumvirate piece unraveling to reveal the vivacious spirit instilled by friends passing. I certainly would'nt be as passionate about the notion of legacy, were it not for realising the finiteness of a mortal life.
That is the cruel irony of what I do I imagine.
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