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Crimson-blue azaleas fall from above. A strawberry sunset may sound something like this: Goethe’s meadowy monologue circa 1779, soothsayer’s secret universe divine, sparrows spend the nite, bending-time, fluffy hair’d coworker, the palace overlooks the sea (ninth song on the moon).
Melodious incantations include compositions by meka, Patrick Watson, Henryk Górecki and other soundscapes surrendering to Babaji’s petunia garden.
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