Yesterday, I found myself looking out my 9th floor work window, completely lost in the patterns of falling snow against the suddenly beautiful Lego-like building across the street. My mind discreetly checked into a room soundtracked by today's song, which belongs in the "sorta-but-not-quite-classical/swear-you-heard-it-in-a-film" files. Or in a planetarium. Or in a celestial waiting room.Max Richter - Iconography
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