Outright confessions of only a crutch. For an omnipresent companion against sorrow in song is constantly sought and rarely found. Organically contemplate life under the creativity of all things as under a new dawn one supposes. To see the enormity of greatness return, almost like the expectation of a rewind. To reconvene our contemplation even more profoundly in the play of this prose’ fluidity. When Sunez coming in through your window, there is warm retrospection on the speakers, O.C.’s A New Dawn.