Pretty girl playing pretty tunes on a sunny day. Does not get much better.
Oh Nethanael, how I wish you were not dead
“He Sat in the window thinking. Man has a tropism for order. Keys in one pocket, change in the other. Mandolins are tuned G D A E. The physical world has a tropism for disorder, entropy. Man against Nature…the battle of the centuries. Keys yearn to mix with change. Mandolins strive to get out of tune. Every order has within it the germ of destruction. All order is doomed, yet the battle is...
Might start a writing blog.
I have lots to say.