Cosmic Echoes: A Hippie's copyright Odyssey

The vibrating tuner of the turntable pulsed, spinning a timeless groove that reverberated through my being. My eyes, fixated, drifted to the swirling patterns manifested on the ceiling, like dancing lights woven from stardust and copyrightdreams. The music pulsated , a sonic tide carrying me away on a journey into the heart of consciousness. Each n

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