All the trees of the field will clap their hands.

This is my Pensieve. Hopefully less turgid than my blog, and more playful than work or school.
November16
(The Tallest Man on Earth) So now we’re dancing through the garden And what a garden I have made And now that death will grow my jasmine I find it soothing I’m afriad

(The Tallest Man on Earth)

So now we’re dancing through the garden

And what a garden I have made

And now that death will grow my jasmine

I find it soothing I’m afriad