“The good omen of an early rain came and quenched the desert city grass on which we’d say our vows by the time the sun set. That salty morning mist dared to linger in the air, but couldn’t long survive the burning in us, nor the radiance of hearts surrounding and uplifting us that day and endless night. The music, the dance, on that rose-petalled ground, inside us this moment, and on and forever on.”
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|Soundtrack||Leaves by Steve Roden w/Machinefabriek, 2012|