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To know the wonder that lies drifting on the horizon: an island of glass in an ocean of ineffability. We sail those seas with open eyes and look out over fathoms leached with absence and mire until the destination appears. Production is a wake and our path lays tremors into the earth, appropriate shapes and sounds ensue until we can wake form the dream of dreams into the premonitions we realize while basking under luminous night skies.
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To know the wonder that lies drifting on the horizon: an island of glass in an ocean of ineffability. We sail those seas with open eyes and look out over fathoms leached with absence and mire until the destination appears. Production is a wake and our path lays tremors into the earth, appropriate shapes and sounds ensue until we can wake form the dream of dreams into the premonitions we realize while basking under luminous night skies.
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To know the wonder that lies drifting on the horizon: an island of glass in an ocean of ineffability. We sail those seas with open eyes and look out over fathoms leached with absence and mire until the destination appears. Production is a wake and our path lays tremors into the earth, appropriate shapes and sounds ensue until we can wake form the dream of dreams into the premonitions we realize while basking under luminous night skies.
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To know the wonder that lies drifting on the horizon: an island of glass in an ocean of ineffability. We sail those seas with open eyes and look out over fathoms leached with absence and mire until the destination appears. Production is a wake and our path lays tremors into the earth, appropriate shapes and sounds ensue until we can wake form the dream of dreams into the premonitions we realize while basking under luminous night skies.
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