Notes
My childhood; of green dragons sailing the chimney smoke and the cracked backs of burnt-out farmhouses in the woods somewhere; of warmly wet spring afternoons and pots of golds shimmering in harvest fields; of yellow rubber boots and slugs and snails and murky pondlife holding unexpected jewels; of the strange phenomena and the ghosts in the attic and the rocking horse rocking of its own accord; of gazing at the moon submerged in a lake and wanting nothing more.
1 comment on DREAMFIELDS
Space bunny btrxz September 05, 2013
Freely flowing bliss. Loved it!
⃠Ossuary September 06, 2013
Thank you! I'm so glad that you enjoyed it. This mix is very personal to me as it evokes childhood memories, half-remembered and fond.
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