Voice of a Kingdom
They ask me why I love this land, Then mock me for my lack of words; How can I define such a mystic thing, Bound by a cord that cannot be traced, Swelling in my…
They ask me why I love this land, Then mock me for my lack of words; How can I define such a mystic thing, Bound by a cord that cannot be traced, Swelling in my…
~by Stephanie Piro It was summertime. The normal hustle and bustle of the Opera House and all its routines were on hiatus for the month of August as the staff and performers who made their…
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