For the last eight years this music haunted my days, then cautiously moved through the ether and entered my blood stream. This is the music of the ghosts lost in between the worlds. This is the music of the sacrificial rites where the dark is not exactly evil. This is the music of that silent breath on your neck following behind in your footsteps. It’s comforting and warming when it’s cold. It’s chilly when the temperature is rising. Turn off the lights. Sit back with your favourite drink. Turn up the volume. And let the healing in…
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