The morning sun gently coaxed the last remaining inky patches of night into cracks and crevices on the surface of the road. The shadows made a reluctant retreat into the corners where they spent their days quietly wrestling with the light to gain territory. We lived somewhere near ground zero in this silent battle. Wrong. We are ground zero.
from the looks of yer comments here it seems you will have fans in faraway lands! fantastic!!! knock em dead rock n roll dream team...can't wait to see some video from yr trip!!! I'm way jealous... xx
...A silent movie. With words. And a live band.
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