So why is it so intimidating? : )
Thoughts that clang with resounding insistence the rest of the day find their wallflower selves when invited to dance in public.
Icon cymbals playing in exuberant percussive delight. Ferry ploughing the harbour mouth; maestro feijoas piping their flautine heady scent; mccahon's light casting the hills as home, the green green green of home.
The luxury of small moments so high concentrate in satisfaction and corn syrup-free.
Hei Waitata Mo te kare.
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