Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Massive Attack - Mezzanine (V0)

Stumbling through a patch of dead trees, Inertia Creeps swirls in my ears. I look to the lake. It's early morning, maybe 9 or 10 a.m. in the middle of winter. The night was so cold that the top of the lake chilled, and as the sun rises over the hills, steam gathers on the surface of the water.


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