A Melopoeia, melodramatically makes it's way to my ears, dancing to the melichrous color of sunlight through the windowpane of the early morning of the 28th of april.
forty-eight hours or two moons away is the marvelous journey to Santa Cruz & the majestic mountains where mischief of fire artists and drummers make mandamus to work in unison meanwhile maintaining the main experience of the not-so-mundane.
Firedrums has almost a mythopoeic mantra surrounding it. Too many, Firedrums is a muse, something macro-cosmic that has become makeshift to the systematic map of a multitude of pattern mankind faces every day.
Have a miraculous day!
Mireneye
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