Perhaps it's senseless in a sense that we're stranded when we're not, and bound when homeward bound. How circumstance becomes a razor sharp blade even at its best is questionable because when that blade turns to ice and cracks and shatters, how solid is it really? Are we really always tied and bound to circumstance, the queen of bondage? Or, is it more so that we falter and cry like the black raven by the riverside?
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June 1st, 2009
About Me
- Veronica
- I work in the music industry, at an independent artist management company/record label, as well as for one of Toronto's largest music festivals. I'm also a freelance writer and editor. My background is in Honours English, and I completed a graduate degree in PR. I am a vagabond at heart who loves to travel, and, in my mind, a storyteller. Music is a very important part of my life.
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