Taking regular walks in Roger Williams Park I had a feeling a few decades ago that the seasons were out of joint. As a kid I had idyllic memories of distinct SUMMER , FALL , WINTER , SPRING days - each season with its special colors, sounds, and smells.
What corrupted my " Four Seasons " ? Think about it while listening to Vivaldi.
To the new born child this New World Order of global capitalism gives the toxic gift of a ROTTEN AIR DAY .
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Vivaldi's " The Four Seasons " |
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