The next festival will be exceptional.
A new presentation will be made.
It has been in the making for thirty years
All guitar strings evoke the clouded.
Chords lift, in major gatherings
keeping time, heartfelt. They, those and them are swaying, brightly coloured, Sloganless.
Tuesday, 26 August 2008
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