Roadside
The euphoria of a great song that overwhelms your senses and forces you to smile regardless of the situation.
The melody of crescendo clashing with the harmonious flow of mirth.
It's a metronome that excuses the need to keep time. A instrumental that voids dissonance and serenades the pain with a carol as, the wind blows over trees.
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