In turbulent times, some people leave and then return, while others come together and then drift apart.
These days are full of confusion and darkness, but also of brightness and brilliance.
They are all moonlight sunk below the horizon.
Everything I have experienced has become a forest of guitars, playing beautiful, lingering melodies as the years go by.
The stories in those notes seem familiar, yet somehow different.
Let me tell them slowly, for you to hear.
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