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Prologue
02:52
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Devil
04:18
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Some say that birds aren't real. Which as ridiculous as it sounds, I wish it were true. My walks through the wilderness have been disrupted by the fear of birds. I was never afraid of birds before I ran into the eagle. I had heard stories of birds swooping down and ripping hikers ears off. I had even been chased down a trail by a “forest chicken”. Believe it or not they were quite intimidating when they needed to be.
Regardless, none of that phased me, none of that made me afraid. It wasn’t until I saw that eagle that my wilderness vacations were ruined. My walks have become filled with paranoia. Every scampering chipmunk or sprinting squirrel could be an eagle, waiting to grab me with its talons.
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Hermit
07:05
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I think the eagle is following me. To the grocery store, to my classes, even to my job. The eagle waits for me at every turn. Even when I go to sleep, I dream of the eagle. I am walking through the woods, singing an old tune. I’m trying to find something. A box buried in the thick brush. What was in the box I can’t remember, but it was important. I never find the box. The eagle always finds me before I find the box. It picks me up and devours me like a helpless chipmunk. I’m beginning to hate birds.
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Tower
04:37
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I was sitting in the woods, sketching a still life when a chipmunk approached me. It was a surprisingly friendly creature. I fed the chipmunk a few peanuts from my backpack. The chipmunk scurried off to store them away somewhere. This charade continued for quite some time. I had become quite fond of the creature. I was starting to think of names when the eagle swooped down. The eagle made quick work of the chipmunk. It ripped the chipmunk apart, slathering its beak in crimson disappointment. The eagle gave me a stark stare and we froze. Before I realized what I was doing I was up, running towards the bird with my notepad. I threw it at the damn thing and it went screeching off into the twilight sky. I sat down next to the mutilated chipmunk and several gallons worth of water streamed down my face. I wish I had killed that fucking bird.
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Death
04:18
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II-WANDS
Music Label/Artist Collective.
Collection of living composers and new works from the United States.
Contemporary classical fusion, hybrid musical experience, honest storytelling.
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