Sunset - The stabbing and serious flapping of the cello, merciless in its rigidity, constant as the croak of an impatient crow confronted by that fragile languor of the violin that threatens to break in its own pity, rising in an apotheosis of bewilderment to die huddled together to the roots of their own fear. Geroge observing himself in the mirror of time at the time of the setting sun, so lucid, so awake, and the ropes climbing one over the other until reaching a leaden and nocturnal sky. Sublime.
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