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Singin’ in the Rain

There’s something about the rain, you know? It makes me want to curl up and read forever while drinking hot chocolate or chamomile tea. Or write a love song that makes you feel like you’re caught up in some wind that has no direction but where you want to be. The rain romanticizes the world, gives everything that soft feel, that gentle haze or fog. Rain makes everything magical…especially kissing. Why do you think there are so many movie kisses in the rain? To drink the rain is like drinking diamonds. To feel it on your face, tracing lines down your …

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The Art of Singing

Tonight what’s on my mind? Singing. Ever since I was a little girl this art has captivated me in its uniqueness. There’s nothing else in the world quite like it. The way it feels to have notes slip up through your throat and out your lips, turning from nothing, non-existent, into sound, music. It’s magical. It’s global, cutting across all races, religions, ages, every barrier that we, man, have put up between ourselves comes crashing down in the presence of music and in particular, singing. What is singing, and I mean really singing? I don’t think it really has much …

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