Abstract to Concrete: Song




Flooding the room with artistic vision and balance, four minutes feel like a grandiose eternity. The walls swell with insurmountable power, the drywall sensing vibration with earth-shattering intensity, concerting clarity. The fading ghost notes of a foreboding measure dives out of focus. Silence collapses the joviality; thoughts conjure a smile.

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