Ceci est la couleur de mes rêves

What we are is God's gift to us. What we become is our gift to God. - Eleanor Powell

Oh how I looooong (even “longing” is not strong enough rhetoric in pertaining to how I feel) for summer. I want nothing to do with deadlines, syllabi, expectations and instead indulge and be consumed in ceaseless hours of making, playing, and listening to music.

Oh how I looooong (even “longing” is not strong enough rhetoric in pertaining to how I feel) for summer. I want nothing to do with deadlines, syllabi, expectations and instead indulge and be consumed in ceaseless hours of making, playing, and listening to music.

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