It all started with a song, sometime thousands of centuries ago in a land that we treasure yet don't know where it lies. The song dug itself down thru tunnels of mud, burst its way thru solid rock into white marble stone. Every now and then it reappears and disappears... Trees may have sifted, divided and scattered what presumably was left of it until they fell to the ground, weary and torn. In retrospect, the sounds and words that have nestled into this soul and mind all seem to point in one and yet many opposite directions. The song sometimes flows like water, sometimes stands like a prairie rock in the dezert storm. In the heartland, thru the mindscapes, into the unknown that is yet to come it penetrates the unwavering hollowness and fills it with life.
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2004 - 2011