Sample from the genre-bending concept album _these fountains rare here_.
I went down to the proverbial crossroads to meet the devil. She turned out to be a triple-faced goddess with a cloak of dogs. "Follow the dogs," she says, "For they know other roads not mapped by sight..."
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Here we step out of worn and weary ruts into a hint and suggestion of something high and poetic. This is one woman’s coming-of-age quest for springs deep enough for her to bathe in.
