"He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about..."
Pogo - Finding Her Not
Maurice Ravel - Le Tombeau de Couperin, II. Fugue
Eric's Trip - Beach
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