As a composer, I remember studying this soundscape, albeit many moons ago. It was a very late autumn night. The music library was long empty, except me. Earphones on, vinyl spinning ever so slowly. As I watched the rise and fall of the needle course across that record, I could see a million tears swirl upward and light the heavens. They still shine across aching harmonies, their light an offering of hope, a peace to come.. –Carl Rachel
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