> faces(the myth)> color & anti-color(art) |
as the clock twirls the day grinds down, the blood preasure eases and the
eyes unfocus. comfort sets in and each soul recedes to its cave to wind
down. the senses extend beyond the four grey walls. color fades in, the mist evaporates and we experience... "the horned one, the son of danu, the child of mother earth welcomes you to his cave." |
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} BRIDGE { |
| bridge | cave | speach | sustain | member |
