The sky was yellow and the sun was blue.
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own
The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master
Being in a floodplain is like sitting down in a bathtub.
Walk out of any doorway feel your way, feel your way like the day before Maybe you'll find direction around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you.
Let there be songs to fill the air.