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hide me in your hand
with the mother of my children
where the land sinks deep in it's color
bless the ground where we kneel
safe in your woven creel
we follow, for you speak,
you speak as no other
- excerpt from 'My Russia' by Woven Hand - lyrics by David Eugene Edwards
I love this band so much, I had a hard time picking a lyric, there are/were so many good ones. I liked the dark putty tones in this pic. The 'lone figure' again, is something we can all relate to, at some point. The lyric (whichever I finally posted), at the time, did a little trip around my head. Probably because I was listening to Woven Hand, and looking at the pic. Oh, what a band. But putty is the colour.
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