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Mindscape 80's
It requires no shout, no silver, no dramatic end. The line of sun is enough on the rim of a half-empty glass, the shadow of a leaf on the pavement, and a breath that is in no hurry. Here, in the center of the noise, is a space that is quiet— a light without weight, yet able to carry the whole of the night. Simple. You are here. Safe. .
