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My head is full of magic, baby.
Awakening. Long walks. Learning to slow it down again. Welcoming the sun. The smell of rain. The smell of the sea. New shoes on my feet. Girls. Smiles. Isles. Rivers and other bodies of water. Badarou shades. The apparently ever-increasing amount of light. Frail in mind, strong in spirit. Per ardua ad astra. Feeling anxious and overjoyed at the same time. Proud but not disdainful. Liberation. Arthur Russell. Brazilian haze. Ibiza soul. Night mist. Extrasensual perception. Take me home with you.
This is a mix to celebrate springtime, arguably the best of all seasons. I know it comes a little late, but then again, spring itself was late this year here up north so maybe that gives some excuse for the delay. Hope you enjoy.
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