I left the city, maybe this time for good. The world is moving way to fast and I am slowing down.

These songs where created and recorded in a small village in Northern New Mexico.

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Fallen Trees. A fierce wind blew thru the land and layed down thousands of trees. It was a sad sight but a natural one. Earth has plenty of time to nurture her new seedlings. We, like the wind, are just passing thru.

Far Away So Close. The lady in white. beautiful and pure, Like a mother, she appears when love is in need.

Nocturnal. Mysterious is the night. A piano gently calls the spirits.

Forgotten Stars. All things will pass, even the memories of our past.

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