A line,
The Radius of the Sun,

A circle,
The Heart of the Moon.

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J-Ganther K and me meet again, the chain broken, two-day absence, hearts connect and as we look at Superman posing the only thing that came to our minds is Compon K (switching the amp before switching on the comp, primal f**kup, dislocated day), that secret language of the soul, uncontrolled breath, a sort of meditation finding its way, speaking in tongues bringing us closer than we could ever imagine.