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In the spring of Post-Rock, it was lovely to sit on the edge of a lush meadow. Sneaky and whimsical gusts of sonic grasses hovered in mid-air; melancholy breezes slipped into our bodies, igniting thoughts, and we sneezed aborted dreams; eccentric and vividly colorful dreams. more Track 05 - Eight Corners
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