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Producer/Engineer

We think so many things, we go so many places - yet inside all life's momentary interjections, to be, for just the briefest period, carried and covered by the wings of human hearts will level the playing fields of death immortal teeth. Rejoice, take time to feel what can only belong to you, to never know when tangents curve our minds towards the setting slipping sun, a warmth, a simile unrivalled, a place which the minds of lovers rest a while. For you are you and only you, no-one can see inside your view.