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Where embers are set aflame and feline daisies bare ones name. A magnetic echo-chamber; the luminous metaphor, drenched in a thundering troposphere, inhaling enigmatic reveries, an ancient language for pollinating hiccups. Or, cosmic incantations for those sleepless September nights at the river of celestial perseverance.
Stay until the very end for velvety tunes by Natasza Zylska, Hareton Salvanini, Brooklyn Express and many others.
Welcome to your Friday morning swoon session, dear Venusian.
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