Guitars being strummed to the tunes of melody's as they roam
around in their pajamas, not caring who's looking, just having
a blast in the moment that has opened up.
Letting an intense harmony fold itself interiorly, while
answering rhythms that never tire of being together, a joy
that can never be talked over for it's a private portrait of
self.
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