“…There’s a quiet here as passing shadows turn by hours,
Through every shaded field, there will always blossom flowers.”
Lebewohl, (verse II)
Acoustic Caretaking and the Near-Ruin
“…There’s a quiet here as passing shadows turn by hours,
Through every shaded field, there will always blossom flowers.”
Lebewohl, (verse II)
Acoustic Caretaking and the Near-Ruin