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Greetings from the princess' tower, where dreams were once crafted with melancholy, wishes and prayers. The Radio Dept. is shimmering in the air, and I try to remember how I did it four, five years ago. I have nothing to report, no burst of prophecy, no glimmering sparkle of an idea, except for that:

The salmon skies and the sunset will never change, and this can still bring a sliver of peace and hope.
The first star of the night still listens.
And a wish upon an airplane bound for the west can still lighten your heart.

The circumstances are different and weapons of choice from before (perseverance, "never giving up", focus) may not be enough. But remember, you are still ALIVE and if you have the old weapons plus the new weapons (creativity, maturity, patience and other "real world" solutions) with you, then nothing can stop you.

Now and yet to come. Nothing and everything. Dreams, and the reality that is beyond your dreams.