This, an homage to our shared language in the ghost ship’s ballroom — we waited with bated for a flame to take liberty with the 80’s decor and cat tongue carpet. How the night dances thru moonlight, a port city — splashing sea to sky, or is it heavens? We haven’t listened like this for
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Leaving Santorini, 3 a.m.
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This, an homage to our shared language in the ghost ship’s ballroom — we waited with bated for a flame to take liberty with the 80’s decor and cat tongue carpet. How the night dances thru moonlight, a port city — splashing sea to sky, or is it heavens? We haven’t listened like this for