I promise to return before the storm has ceased.
I meandered and digressed as I made my way North//Discovered some gilded hills, and a smile//And it was all made just for me
"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." -Victor Hugo
A little bit of this, a little bit of that
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