Blood moon,
cold witness to
this tune
I sing
to the night. I’m
missing
old dreams-
her face, pale as
moonbeams.
Ryan Stone
Night Music
too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
Blood moon,
cold witness to
this tune
I sing
to the night. I’m
missing
old dreams-
her face, pale as
moonbeams.
Ryan Stone
days of stone 
Wow, so many emotions in a few words Ryan … I’m going to have to give the Musette a try …
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Thanks, Ivor. I think you should-a lovely form
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a sad and beautiful longing
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Lovely thanks Beth 🙂
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gorgeous words Ryan
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Thanks, CC. I hope you’re well 🙂
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You’re very welcome Ryan. It’s always so nice to see you here. I hope your well too and that you had a wonderful weekend. Sending you love.
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Magic weekend, thank you. I hope yours was just as nice 🙂
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Magic is always so nice. You’re always very welcome Ryan ❤
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You’re back.
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Older and wiser 😉
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Nice.
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Thanks, Steve. Hope you’re well
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fine. you?
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Good to hear, mate. Yes-kicking goals over this side of the world too, thanks
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