bodies of water – open rhythms

At just the point the day winds it way and the hands on the clock hang down low, the flash of sun dissipates and the passing head lights grow, a bubbling bass line busts your troubles with a mellow bubble, with simple power displayed so subtle, the twist of guitar strings, rings perfectly, as the entry of the full suite of strings opens you up for full release, the drums kick and the angel softly sings about the cedar tree autumn breeze.



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