. . . it begins again in silence, a grave shushed awe in the face of time immobile, like a dream starting somewhere before the imperceptible beginning and playing endlessly over and over again . . .
Awake!
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The House of Songs
. . . it begins again in silence, a grave shushed awe in the face of time immobile, like a dream starting somewhere before the imperceptible beginning and playing endlessly over and over again . . .
Awake!
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