Pandemic echoesObserving in stillness, bereft of interaction. Cold to touch, warm inside.Startled by
Pandemic echoesObserving in stillness, bereft of interaction. Cold to touch, warm inside.Startled by my voicemuffled through the mask,‘Art moves us, we stand still’lyrics by Sam @pixandumThanks a lot my dear Sam for this inspiring collaboration. Love it! -- source link
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