Diamanda Gustafson:
My Sunday Feeling
Diamanda Gustafson:
stomping grapes requires stomping boots..
Diamanda Gustafson:
I felt you like the cold calm sea
Diamanda Gustafson:
i came over to see if you are still okay
Diamanda Gustafson:
set the world on fire
Diamanda Gustafson:
Let me count the ways..
Diamanda Gustafson:
Talullah through the (micro)waves
Diamanda Gustafson:
our fleeting nature
Diamanda Gustafson:
Not everything is black and white, they said
Diamanda Gustafson:
after a while, I wondered
Diamanda Gustafson:
-so what happens now?
Diamanda Gustafson:
Today's suggestion
Diamanda Gustafson:
3 to 1 (coffee to tea, that is)
Diamanda Gustafson:
Sometimes I wish I could just snap my fingers
Diamanda Gustafson:
When it's editing time
Diamanda Gustafson:
Today In Having Wonderful Friends
Diamanda Gustafson:
Καλημέρα και σε σένα :)
Diamanda Gustafson:
Non é lo mar de Vigo...
Diamanda Gustafson:
Your turn.
Diamanda Gustafson:
the wave reaches
Diamanda Gustafson:
Robins M' Aime
Diamanda Gustafson:
Debrief and Unwind
Diamanda Gustafson:
Sunday, all the elements present
Diamanda Gustafson:
Talu and her familiar
Diamanda Gustafson:
The next day, I turned my back to the flowers.
Diamanda Gustafson:
barely by the ground, barely by the water, barely by the sky
Diamanda Gustafson:
Perhaps today I will write you a letter
Diamanda Gustafson:
New day, new tickles
Diamanda Gustafson:
Adrift and Dumbfounded
Diamanda Gustafson:
-So what do you do on Sundays?
