Tragedy * * * 1/2
Ekstasis * * * ½
Loud City Song * * * *
Have You In My Wilderness * * * * *
In The Same Room * * * 1/2
Aviary * * * *
Something in The Room She Moves * * * *
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When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest time, and to the latest. Henry David Thoreau, Journals (1857)