Wandering Out Lostly
No matter how far I travel, I can never seem to reach the stars.
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The music was playing faster, yet the tempo was the same as before. No, in the dead of night, time was just moving faster. Asleep and awake becoming one and the same.
Gymnopedie No.1 by Erik Satie (Cafe Del Mar interp.)
Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
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