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Music becomes the mother of all consolations, breaks the tedium forcefully; or sometimes goes lovingly hand in hand. Existence paradoxically becomes still, beyond who knows what supposed crisis.
Music becomes the mother of all consolations, breaks the tedium forcefully; or sometimes goes lovingly hand in hand.
Existence paradoxically becomes still, beyond who knows what supposed crisis.
Dive into the atmospheric world of John Roberts' Glass Eights and experience a deep, melancholic electronic journey.
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