42
I turn 42 today.
When I was 17, I was trapped in my room with only music and an open window for escape. I'd sit with both; the slight breeze blowing over me and the soft caresses of laments swathed me in kisses, and wish I could fly away.
Almost thirty years later, nothing seems to have changed.
When I was 17, I was trapped in my room with only music and an open window for escape. I'd sit with both; the slight breeze blowing over me and the soft caresses of laments swathed me in kisses, and wish I could fly away.
Almost thirty years later, nothing seems to have changed.
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