“Love bring your birds, bring your feathers of peace.
All through the storm let the tides release.
Come on down lost angel find us now.”
📷 by Criss Cain
In the quiet afternoon you
Left and went down into town
And I just watched the empty road behind you
Where the fog lies kissing the mountainside
You want to lie sleeping, deep inside
Believing that the hungry world won't find you
📷 by Criss Cain
“Nowadays, it’s not a novelty to be a woman in rock anymore, because everyone gets treated equally. Male or female, you’re all just commodities. (Laughs) I suppose that’s a type of equality.” - Ann
Thank you @consequence
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