Art, PsychologyEurynome… December 28, 2020December 28, 2020 Stuart France * I sing to the moon. I pray to the moon. I cry with the moon, and she tells me the ‘why ?’ of beauty and the beast… * Why do blues-men sing out of tune? Why do wolves howl at the moon? Her humours heal old wounds. *
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