perpetually sunny. The air smells of tea and rose, and the wind in the trees sounds like a tune from a porcelain musical piano figurine.
as demonstrated by my interests, I am quite fond of dissonance.
Loreena McKennitt singing Prospero’s Speech from Shakespeare’s The Tempest.
Now my charms are all o’erthrown,
and what strength I have’s mine own,
which is most faint: now, ‘tis true,
I must be here confined by you.
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