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A little over twenty minutes to reconcile memory with perception through a long isthmus of melancholy and heartache. It celebrates all the slopes, the sunsets, the autumns, the old ages. It celebrates withered flowers and gray leaves.
A little over twenty minutes to reconcile memory with perception through a long isthmus of melancholy and heartache.
It celebrates all the slopes, the sunsets, the autumns, the old ages. It celebrates withered flowers and gray leaves.
Dive into the ethereal ambiance of Harold Budd’s The Serpent and experience a timeless journey through memory and emotion.
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