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Heat. Heat. Street lights flicker softly as the horn line starts to glow. The rhythm holds a memory. Only nighttime seems to know. I walk beneath the tempo. Stepping gently to the beat like every pulse is guiding me through unfamiliar streets. Headlights and horn lines pulling me under their shine. A soundtrack for the quiet corners of this heart o... Read More