Yesterday morning, before we left for church, I practiced synchronized whistling and humming. I'm already getting slightly better. I sang a song:
"I can see my future / it's hazy and hopeful / a future where I whistle and hum in haaahmony!"
Something like that.
The Blue Ridge Mountains are so beautiful. I don't know if I'll ever live in the mountains, but a large chunk of me wants to. I might sing differently. I think your landscape informs your songs.
"I can see my future / it's hazy and hopeful / a future where I whistle and hum in haaahmony!"
Something like that.
The Blue Ridge Mountains are so beautiful. I don't know if I'll ever live in the mountains, but a large chunk of me wants to. I might sing differently. I think your landscape informs your songs.
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