Do you remember the time, after that winter storm When icicles hanged from roofs And trees When the morning mist melt into the blue sky We were listening to the coffee pot, sitting on the stove Blowing whistles
I came to realize that technology is only the means by not the path…
Do you remember the time, after that winter storm When icicles hanged from roofs And trees When the morning mist melt into the blue sky We were listening to the coffee pot, sitting on the stove Blowing whistles