Friday, March 31, 2023

Trance and Dance


 A Rose

I am rather fond of this little yarn from a while back so I used it for my experimentations tonight.
This was recorded on the iPhone, with a separate mic with a fuzzball on it.  I just pointed the camera at a nice photo on screen.

Favorite line:
"When she woke, she was awake, and went about her life rejoicing."
It could be said to be somewhat autobiographical.

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