a-side a light dusting of frost,still,all could almost be well with the world,but it's not…… b-side unfolding in a spiral I look across at you but we can't touch, can't reach, we're on a different part of the spiral, macrocosmically joined, microcosmically apart, yet we spin together, differently, one faster slightly, one slower slightly, alternating […]

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