Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Little Harmonies
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I wrote of the vibrating guitar strings that were plucked around me in the world and dreamt of all the possibilities for more ordinary magic day to day. Little Harmonies I'd been noting them down in my journal lately. Any time I noticed a little echo in my day, some small moment when something was mirrored, a thought I'd had, appearing in the real world.
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