[Music]

'6-Speed, Stick'

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[Music]

SET EMBER 22

(The Day of the Setting Sun)

Once the seventh month, now forgotten in the drift of calendars, September marked the evening of the year—the equinox where balance and descent were one. The ancients called it the Day of Two Horizons: when the light and the dark negotiated their truce, and the Red God crossed the sky with the fading sun in His arms.

The music remembers this hour. It moves as the wind over cooling fields, as embers breathe their last gold into the dusk. Beneath its calm pulse lies the old reckoning: the sound of a world poised between dominion and surrender, storm and silence. It is neither lament nor triumph, but the stillness of the moment before return—the hush that crowns the year.

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Oh?

DURAN DURAN

[Instrumental] [GAS] [Soft]

 

'Not The Willow King'

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[Music] [Instrumental] [Riverglades Black Magic]

'Sea of Grass' Deluxe

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Marissa,

I don't know what you think of them, but I came across them again and started remembering my life when I had, The Sundays, on cassette.

I must had got it not long before I went up to College away, and listened to it so much it started sounding funny on my player from all the rewindings and playing.  I have physical recollections of where my room layout was and moving through the floorplan, including my red and black satin comforter covered couch.

I had a roommate who was never home, and before winter, he moved out and I was so very alone in that place -- he had been a co-student with my sister and older, somewhere between our ages, closer to me, but still, years older and would not be an influence except to be the butt of a few jokes with Len over the phone back in Miami.

I met a girl, a wandering witch, and she would come over and I gave her my bed and I slept on the couch.

She was a special kind of person, like a butterfly.

She and I were players in an RPG campaign run by a guy from a little town in central FL; eventually, we became a household, and a local girl, K, became my periodic girlfriend and another local, G., would stop by hours before he went in to work on the morning dishwashing position.  K, G, and I would orbit around each other in strange mechanics and none of us were really getting exactly what we wanted in a three-turn cycle from the others: K was 'free' and would roll-in as she pleased, G liked/wanted me, and I desired K, and she kept trying to get me and G together, and I was just ... ignorant of his attraction towards me -- like it didn't even make sense -- yet, I liked him as a friend, his mind was very different and he seemed delighted with my bizarre thought process.

You see, I had left a bunch of friends in Miami as a 'leader' in another group of followers and strong personalities where friends would orbit different folks for days, weeks, or more, at a time, and then eject and lock-in to another locus for a while -- I had been the Rosetta Stone to that complex, five person -- inclusive -- system, and our relationships in and out -- our girlfriends and other friends -- it was so... Miami of back then: had car, would travel...

When I arrived in College Town, it had been an ideal time to leave home, and in those months prior to meeting K, I had been knocked so out of whack -- up all night for weeks at a time, and riding my bike in the dark all over the ten blocks around campus by instinct -- just sublime lone-ness.

When K first entered, she and I hit it off at a local production of the life of Galileo, and C had first tried her charms, but by next morning, she and I were ... seeing each other.

Like the breeze, that one.

[Music]

Marissa,

Crazy For You

'Excerpted'

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