moods
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It is a melancholy morning. I’m not sure if the weather is affecting my mood, as the various shades of grey float overhead and the street is filled in a sort of half-light. The green looks green, but all the other hues seem dulled with this canopy of neutral sky where I want the
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I can’t seem to stop listening to Rachmaninoff. I’m just in that mood. Or so I thought when I first turned my Spotify account in his direction a day or two ago. But the more I listen, the more I wonder: What mood is that exactly? Because one thing I am noticing about his music
Learning To Be Whole 