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U-Sound Archive9617;░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░. 9617;░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░. Where the only experience common is separation,. One will only hear the amorphous language of separated life. There is no empty space, everything is inhabited. All motherfuckers have addresses. What we inhabit inhabits us. What surrounds us constitutes us. I do not like to remember things any more. I like one little band of winds that blow. In the ash trees here. For we are quite alone. Here 'mid the ash trees. I have no song. In you...
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