Conduit

In between rainstorms, listening to a CD of a local performance of Faure's Requiem (I sang in a different public performance many years ago).

I reflect a composite of the voices I hear from the people I meet and environment in which I breathe.

Put on one cloak and hear defensive daggers in conversation.

The prices we pay to overcome cabin fever, get out of sub/urban castles and see what's really goin' on!