I did spend a year in high school being obsessed with Fleetwood Mac.
I can bear a lot but not that pall
Never get so attached to a poem that you forget truth that lacks lyricism.
I never thought people would be mortally offended by the sounds I was making.
There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.
I've been unaware of how people react to the instrument. People have ideas of what a harp is supposed to sound like, and a lot of them are negative ideas.