Espers - Voices from Espers (2004) /neo folk/
((A moisture dew clings to withered blades of grass: shuddering, sequestered in patches, in concrete cracks of the sidewalks and curbs. A dirty plastic package husk flits and bobs in the currents of the dense breeze: colliding and scraping the rough ground, twisting, and leaping up, almost blent against the drear grey sky. The sun tentatively pushes out the stagnant premorning fog, and it finds our traveller free of the city, rubbing its sullied hand against young wildflower stems, fields of grey-brown-green, and slanted trees.))

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