“There is geometry in the humming of the strings… there is magic in the spacing of the spheres”... I can write that song. To pour out my soul factors across skies as an anthem to the honorables who built before me, the architects of my existence. I ask that it amount to masterful melody, a Reel to the Benefactors of my dreams & Donors of my tools… I pray they sing in shared resonance, pound in time on the tabor, their wind whistle on the fife, and let us dance starry Heavens… FSA Scotland.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Spirit of Teuchtar II: Scotland - A (Special) Daughter of Rome
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