Every journey leaves impressions and marks on an individual. Looking at a tree that has grown for centuries and observing the cuts, broken branches, lightning marks and hollows.
You don't really know what happened but you can see all the impressions left.
Recorded this while someone was typing on their computer early in the week, re-arranged the parts this morning into something tangible. Desperately needs a tidy-up mix but another week down!
Tryed to get a bit more syncopation than normal and need to explore outside of my normal compositional language.
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