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It starts with , the age of a memory just before it begins to blur.It is the hour of the afternoon when the light turns brittle and long. Does this style fit the vibe you were
Then comes , a coordinate in a geography that no longer exists.A whisper caught in a high-frequency band,the sound of a heart beating against the glass of a screen.It is the serial number of a moment we promised to keep,now reduced to a sequence of alphanumeric teeth. Then comes , a coordinate in a geography