Monday, July 16, 2007

A dreambox at the edge of the abyss, Ivy York

(This was an earlier Purple Mag article)

Ivy York is the moon-kissed dreamer girl, with a hazy window into the world, sprinkled in moondust by universal hand. She croons with awe-inspired, sigh conjuring vocal magik. This is a soul who takes you down the quiet roads, where thoughts hold their value in pursuit of internal frequencies, and descriptions befitting the grandeur that life holds with the voice of heart-soaked innocence.

Ivy York is a musicbox at the edge of the abyss, greeting you with her lullabies and sentiments, discoveries and brightly wrapped gifts of ethereal splendor.
Visit her, and dream again.
She is of the troupe that has come to the planet bearing memories of otherworlds.

Beyond the daisy fields, just this way ~~~~~~~~~*

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