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As he switched on the car radio. On 98.3 FM, he heard a familiar line from a favorite song.

“And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing’s as it seems…”

He smiled and kept driving his car. This song had a special place in his life. The lyrics of the song were almost what he felt deeply in his heart:  something that he wanted to write about someone.The song brought him memories of happiness and tranquility.

 

He accelerated his car and it sped on.

“Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower, this rare perfume
Is the sweet intoxication of the fall..”

He drove on.

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