I’d like to take a shape and read it a story about texture.
In the short shadow between tone and timbre there is a reflection of seasoning and tempertaure.
It’s a lesson of sorts. Learning nothing and understanding everything.
So much was connected we’d imagine blowing a fuse.
But when you’re trained as an astronaut there’s a lot of leeway between what is possible and what you mange to do.
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