This one's like the ultimate ambient album, sweeping textures, luscious strings, twinkling pianos and a bucket of comfort - almost wrote "compost."
Predictive texting used to cost me dearly on the old Nokia, on the old iPhone 3 and such. Now I needn't worry so much, but I have come to realize that I am such a lazy typer that my texts are littered with spelling mistakes.
Like, if I'd just typed slower, the time it took to go back and edit a text like this one, could've been savoured kicking back into a fulcrum of chill and had lavendar bathsalths with some Eluvium playing.
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