Try to Love the Questions Themselves
"The limits of my language mean the limits of my world." ‒Ludwig Wittgenstein
Friday, October 16, 2009
Jazzzzz. my soul feels full.
The sound that my heart makes after an hour and a half of jazz music is something like ahhhhhyessssssss. :)
mmmm. mmmmmmmm. :)
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