“One winter morning and mild wind melting. The icicle hanging outside the front door. Fables that sting soft inside you with truth. The wonderful dream from the late night before. Old tiny relics of fortune or fame. Found in an old kind of sacrative place. Sudden exchanges and silence through eyes. The telling of stories that end in surprise. These are a few of my favorite things…”
(lyrics by Perilelle-aka Stephanie Copeland- local Windsor artist/musician)
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