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Touch That Which We Cannot Possess
Touch That Which We Cannot Possess
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The master hovers over us, and the sound of stirred liquids floats in the hermetic air. I smell chimney soot, spring water, the urine of a child, alcohol, beeswax, oil; all coming together in this concoction bound to penetrate into our wooden fibers. At this point, my consciousness is shallow; I have yet to grow fully. Nevertheless, I know I embody another consciousness, older and larger-the consciousness of the sung and unsung instruments. Music is our core, our lifeline; and that is eternal.
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  • Year: 2021
  • ISBN-10: 1952419506
  • ISBN-13: 9781952419508
  • Format: 13.3 x 20.3 x 1.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
  • Language: English
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The master hovers over us, and the sound of stirred liquids floats in the hermetic air. I smell chimney soot, spring water, the urine of a child, alcohol, beeswax, oil; all coming together in this concoction bound to penetrate into our wooden fibers. At this point, my consciousness is shallow; I have yet to grow fully. Nevertheless, I know I embody another consciousness, older and larger-the consciousness of the sung and unsung instruments. Music is our core, our lifeline; and that is eternal.



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  • Author: Jorge Armenteros
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  • Year: 2021
  • ISBN-10: 1952419506
  • ISBN-13: 9781952419508
  • Format: 13.3 x 20.3 x 1.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
  • Language: English English

The master hovers over us, and the sound of stirred liquids floats in the hermetic air. I smell chimney soot, spring water, the urine of a child, alcohol, beeswax, oil; all coming together in this concoction bound to penetrate into our wooden fibers. At this point, my consciousness is shallow; I have yet to grow fully. Nevertheless, I know I embody another consciousness, older and larger-the consciousness of the sung and unsung instruments. Music is our core, our lifeline; and that is eternal.



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