a red wood blows through the forest of angels I clap my hands from this wonderful view my feet are bare and I like the way it feels in this fools charade I dance beneath the moon.
a red wood blows through the forest of angels
I clap my hands from this wonderful view
my feet are bare and I like the way it feels
in this fools charade I dance beneath the moon.
Chastity epitomizes stage presence. On stage, she is perfectly present, emotionally exposed, transparent, illustrative to every feeling she's conveying. It's an Oscar-worthy expression, but even more raw because you know it's not acting..…
