The roaring silence, deafening, a dark WINFLY evening, at Hut Point watching the southern lights dance over the Royal Society Mountain Range. My own breathing seemed like violation of the pure silence of that astonishing, wonder filled place.
My Interests
Music:
Member Since: 9/4/2005
Influences: Problems without immediate solutions.
Sounds Like: Autumn witches standing barefoot in the sea, Singing songs that even brought the devil to his knees.
Type of Label: Indie
