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I like to come home and put this song on.  Sometimes I stretch, other evenings I just let the music flow over me.  Often I take the time to look at my room from the perspective of a person listening to the music, not necessarily myself.  All of the items on the bed, the floor, the desk fit together to create a picture.  I imagine the room, just the way it is, in a place far more fitting.  A city where there are people outside my window, places to go.  Somewhere that a person who lives in a room like this might not feel so out of place.  Or, lacking that, a place to be left alone.

MS

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