Their empty eyes look down on us w/ cold coast 8th April 2024

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Stones carried over on ice, once rested in green, now trapped by concrete. The collective death rattle of old houses, a pile of scorched wood shoveled away. The city doesn’t breathe anymore. It has a new shape and I no longer know where I am.

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Ice Felt
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Martyna BastaMartyna Basta
Glass
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Edgar FroeseEdgar Froese
Epsilon In Malaysian Pale

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u-1
Edward ArtemievEdward Artemiev
Meditation
Carola BaerCarola Baer
Maker Of Me
Laurie AndersonLaurie Anderson
Neon Duet
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Actinic Ray
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Krovinka Moya
BramblesBrambles
Deep Corridor
NadjaNadja
Thaumogenesis
UhushuhuUhushuhu
Loam Glade (2015)
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Half Breed
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Dust And Water (Пыль и вода)

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Their empty eyes look down on us w/ cold coast

Stones carried over on ice, once rested in green, now trapped by concrete. The collective death rattle of old houses, a pile of scorched wood shoveled away. The city doesn’t breathe anymore. It has a new shape and I no longer know where I am.

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Their empty eyes look down on us w/ cold coast

Stones carried over on ice, once rested in green, now trapped by concrete. The collective death rattle of old houses, a pile of scorched wood shoveled away. The city doesn’t breathe anymore. It has a new shape and I no longer know where I am.

Stones carried over on ice, once rested in green, now trapped by concrete. The collective death rattle of old houses, a pile of scorched wood shoveled away. The city doesn’t breathe anymore. It has a new shape and I no longer know where I am.

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