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“The goddess of the wishing well…the sweetest mystery I ever saw wandering the paradise that was the day before” but then “I became a god of thieves and sold the sunlight, burned the leaves, I killed for fun, shattering a paradise, living on the run. So came the storm and we were blown another age from hearth and thrown upon a whim, I threw my only chance away, tore her limb from limb”. Celebrating exactly thirty-eight years since Roy Harper (who doesn’t mince his words when he talks about the thrashing, bashing and banishing of the divine famine) woke me up (the first time) at age nine, his music becoming its own gentle summer stream coursing through the landscape of my life.
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