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At the Celtic Festival in Snow Hill.
At the Celtic Festival in Snow Hill.

Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. ¬†And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.

~ Haruiki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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