«In between the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it's so white as snow
Running through the field
Where all my tracks will be concealed
And there's nowhere to go
I said hey hey yeah, oh yeahhhhhh»
What a privilege. Everything is clear as snow when you realize that the place to go is here. Exactly as the way it was meant to be.
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| Cunningham Interview @ Theater Aan Het Spui, Den Haag |
