The right song with the perfect beat says more than I ever can. My attempt would equate to the collective thickness of the Britannica, and I would still fall short. You can map a person by what they play; their favorite repeat is their everything. You hear the cadence of the soul’s map between the lyrics and the beats — the way the blind use a click-Doppler to navigate their endeavors. Each song is a beacon, a way to navigate the weary or the blissful.
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