Trickling pianist heart like flutters of crackles of fires tepid to toes in wool of blustery outsides among a rug floored reflections of and inside eyes floating by the song of a violin like somewhere home and too , far away.
Lulling hums of tranquility beckon the spirit to soar wild
with adventure far beyond ken.
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