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The Story
The held pause before the music resolves.
An intense, raw descent, a place where the soul grapples with its lowest point. In music the word marks a pause taken just before a resolution. Here it is the shadow before the spark of creation is reborn, and then the artist rises again, driven by the power of the experience itself.
Clove lands hot and dry. Rose holds the middle, dry rather than sweet, and patchouli runs earthen beside it. Guaiac wood arrives smoked and faintly tarry, like a cold pipe, labdanum sits under it dark and sticky, and amber keeps the bottom of it warm.
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