November 13, 2011
Touba felt that there were things in her life that did perhaps belong to a previous life, just like this music. She had to wipe aside the dust in order to reach the spring that every soul possessed and touch its clean, crystal water. All of this was just the beginning. Eventually, the spring water would flow unhindered through the prairies, mountains, and deserts, and pick up worldly soils on its way to the sea.
(special thanks to touba.tumblr.com for the pointer)