"Hands thrust down and I’m stepping on the banks of sand, and I’m scanning over the shifting ground; and I’m chasing my own tail around behind these eyes that seem to be oh so slowed and stilled, lulled to the rhythm, hissing yet giving that I know too well… The roaring sea sings inside my ears as it bursts suddenly in onto me, and I feel frail... But I feel that I fit in there somehow, and it’s only right that I should be warmed and happy, glad to embrace the fear..."
Eyeless In Gazza - "Twilight Walking"

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