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Day 276: Jungle Dance

Trees weave about me, as if they hear a song whispered in the wind. Notes played, words spoken, rhythm shared among the rustling leaves. The river vibrates, with the sound of soft steps echoing in the ripples of waves, a measured base to the cadence of the night. I gaze up at mountains, craved by… Continue reading Day 276: Jungle Dance

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Day 111: Music

Press play This song again A melodic torture To which my spirit is captive Repeat. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy AN: Those days when you just can't get that song out of your head and you annoy everyone around you with it. You also know you need to stop listening to it but you find yourself pressing… Continue reading Day 111: Music