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Set Meridian
by Set Meridian
Music is one of my hobbies. I love auditory exploration, crossing and mixing genres, and sharing experiences, stories and, feelings via music.
Episodes
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Fixing things
There once was a little wooden boat that leaked a tiny bit every morning. Each day the boat’s owner found one small crack and carefully sealed it with a drop of pitch. Some days the leak was almost invisible. Some days the water still seeped in a little. But the owner never stopped. One quiet...
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Here I go
Another meter conquered. Still floating. Still flying. The air grows thin, then thick, shifting between predictable slipstreams and wild, uncharted gusts. It does not matter. The nose points ahead, cutting through the resistance, driven by the absolute certainty that the only way to stay aloft is...
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Bees
The human world is a puzzle of lines drawn in the dirt. On one side of an invisible border, smoke rises under one set of rules; across the line, it drifts freely under another. We argue over fragments of air and patches of ground, forgetting that the sky has no ceiling. But in the tall grass, a...
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I can change
I visited a tree one winter day. The wind was cold, the branches bare, the ground was white, and all was gray. It looked so still, so tired, so dead. I wondered if it had anything left. I almost turned away. But something told me come back another day. Seasons passed. I gave it time. I visited…
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Traveling
The world moved past the window in a quiet, steady blur, a soft backdrop to the rhythm of breathing filling the car. From the passenger seat, I looked back. Three heads were tilted against the headrests, caught in the heavy, trusting sleep of a long afternoon drive. A hand lay limp on a knee,...
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Traveling again
The car door slammed shut with a satisfying clunk, and the engine hummed to life, vibrating under our feet like a pulse, well almost since it was the hum of an electric car. We were finally moving. The radio was cranked up, we took turns to fill the cabin with each others tastes in music.…
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Contemplation
In twilight hush, the eye unfolds, Mushroom veils where time dissolves. Breathe the glow, let thoughts unwind, Contemplation's trip, serene and blind. Explore vast chambers, secrets unfold, Discover truths in patterns bold. Understand the flow, the inner tide, Dominate the trip with mind as…
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Out in a starry night
We sit on the dark grass, far away from the city lights. You hold my warm hand under the bright moon. Suddenly, a shooting star falls fast across the sky. We both close our eyes and make a quiet wish. When I open mine, I do not look back up at the stars. I look at your beautiful face. My only…
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Beach day
We arrived at the beach early, when the sea still looked calm and the day felt light. We walked barefoot near the water, letting the waves reach us while the breeze carried that salty smell only the ocean has. For a while, everything felt easy. But little by little, the beach became more like...
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Unfolding events
“Do you ever feel the wind changing before it arrives?” asked the small fern beside the riverbank. The older plant swayed gently. “Sometimes. But not always.” “I kept growing toward the morning light,” the fern said. “Then the trees above me changed. Now the light comes from somewhere else....
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Flowing
Don’t expect everything to go your way. It won’t. When things flow, ride it. Don’t overthink it, don’t try to control it, just keep flowing with it. When they don’t, don’t lose your cool. Keep going, adjust, stay steady. Don’t waste energy fighting what already happened, use it to move forward....
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One Voyage
I used to think life was about finding someone. Like there was this one moment, this one person, and everything before that was just waiting. So I rushed it. I tried to make things fit, tried to recognize “the one” before I even knew who I was. And every time it almost worked, until it didn’t.…
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Morning Dew
In the early hours, before the sun decides what the day will be, a thin layer of dew settles quietly over the garden. No one notices it arriving. It doesn’t fall like rain or announce itself like a storm. It just gathers, droplet by droplet, until every leaf holds a small, shining weight. The...
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Confusion
I was walking like I always do, not really paying attention, just following the rhythm of steps and thoughts, letting one carry the other. There was something in my head I’d been turning over, not quite solving, but pretending I was close. Then I turned a corner. Nothing dramatic, just a normal...
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Clarity
I was just walking, nothing special, one of those autopilot moments where your body moves and your mind is somewhere else entirely. Then, out of nowhere, I caught my foot on… honestly, I still don’t know what. Maybe pride. And suddenly I was falling. You know that split second where your brain...
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Your loving gaze
At the edge of the clearing, where the light settles like a held breath, two paths meet. They were never meant to. For a long time, they ran apart, one bending toward shadow, the other drifting into open sun. Seasons passed over them differently. One grew quiet under fallen leaves, softened by…
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Think of you
A pale path curves through a wide green park; gravel whispering under slow footsteps, tall trees lifting their branches into a loose roof of leaves. Open lawns breathe quietly between them; bicycles pass, shadows drift, the afternoon settles gently on the grass. Nothing about the moment asks to...
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Feeling jaded
There are corners of the mind that stay unlit on purpose. Not forgotten, just avoided. They collect bad thoughts, old experiences, half-formed ideas that were never meant to grow. They sit there quietly, patient, like pressure building underground. Most days, discipline holds. Routine.…
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Not losing my step
The orchestra plays. You are there, instrument in hand, following the arrangement. The notes begin high, careful, and you attack them with passion. Each one is placed with intent, balanced on the edge of a tightrope. Then one slip. Not loud, not dramatic, perhaps not even noticeable. You panic…
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Simple reasons
At dawn, when the world is still undecided about the day, a small bird begins her work. She doesn’t rush. She gathers what most would overlook: a loose feather, a dry blade of grass, a thread dropped by someone who never noticed it fall. One by one, she brings them back to a narrow branch and…
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Comunal fire
So there we were, resting after dinner around the campfire, when suddenly the fire looked different than on other nights; and that’s putting it mildly. The flames weren’t just flickering; they were swirling, twisting, and dancing together in these wild, interlaced ribbons of electric blue, vivid...
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Walk in the park
The park glowed like a Van Gogh painting brought to life. Every tree wore a jacket of leaves in yellow and orange, shimmering under a sun that seemed to smile just for the two of us. The air was still, carrying only the soft rustle of leaves falling in slow motion, each one a quiet reminder of…
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Sun kissed
The city wakes like a lazy cat stretching in gold. Buildings yawn into the sky, their glass eyes dripping sunlight. You step out, and the pavement smiles back, warm, melting a little under your shoes. The air tastes like oranges, static, and a peel of daydreams. Someone laughs in slow motion;...
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Dame tu vida
[English below] A veces el alma se rompe en silencio. Te miro y entiendo que ya no estás, aunque sigas aquí. Tu risa suena lejana, tu mirada busca algo que no soy. Dame tu vida, aunque sea por un instante, para entender en qué momento la perdí. No sé en qué punto dejamos de encontrarnos, ni…
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Breaking down
I have, for the sake of clarity (though clarity is precisely what continues to elude me), begun keeping a list , no, not a list, that implies completion , a ledger of every conversation that might have meant something. Every glance. Every pause too long or too short. Because surely meaning must...
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Your story
It’s quiet now. Too quiet. And yet, in the stillness, I still hear you. Your laughter, your stories, they rise up from somewhere inside me, like echoes that will never fade. They’re not just memories. They are part of me, stitched into who I am. I don’t need to ask why you left. I knew, even…
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Mine, not yours
Mine, not yours. Grab it, stash it, stack it high, No reason, no season, just a hungry eye. Mine, not yours. Plates collapse, pockets roar, They don’t mean harm, but they take it all, Like it’s law, like I grab more. Mine, not yours. With hands full, scoop the loot, Olives, crumbs, the last sip...
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The long road ahead
The road stretched far ahead quiet and unhurried. At first it seemed endless, as though time itself had folded into repetition. The surface carried a strange shimmer, chromatic stones shifting in hue with the angle of light, sometimes dull, sometimes radiant, never quite the same. A fleeting look...
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Sunlit stillness
When everything around and within is in harmony, peace settles like a perfect garden, tucked between whispering trees, beside a still lake, where the fire crackles low and the air carries nothing but calm.
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Northern lakes
Nestled right at the edge of the lake, between towering cliffs and soft, rolling hills dotted with vineyards, lie old, picturesque towns that feel timeless and calm. Small boats drift slowly along the shore, rocking gently with the lake’s quiet rhythm. Here, the water never rushes or foam. It...
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Toy box stories
I was looking through some old photos the other day, and one of them stopped me. There, in the background, almost forgotten, was the old toy box. The same one we used to crowd around when we were kids. It was scratched up, the lid always a bit crooked, but it held everything that mattered back...
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Potions for my soul
A story of deception, sadness and awakening told in a somewhat progressive form. Masterfully selling potions and charms Carefully picking herbs to fuel the harm Pitiful creature born of spell and ash Regret now stalks you, rising with the crash Cleverly weaving symbols in the dust Chanting the...
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Turning Stones
I once tried stacking river stones to build a small tower. No matter how carefully I placed them, the pile always collapsed. Eventually, I noticed something simple: each stone had a flat side and a round side. When I didn’t pay attention, I placed them however they landed in my hand. But when a...
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Reaching High
English texts below: Habían pasado semanas desde la última vez que nos vimos, pero en mi mente, el tiempo no obedecía calendarios. Lo sentía aún presente en las pequeñas cosas: una canción vieja que sonaba en la radio, el eco de una risa que no era precisamente la suya, pero que lo era todo. Yo…
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The blight
I used to think of blight as something that takes. A rot, a ruin, a creeping thing that spoils. I’d heard the word used in gardens, in news reports, in quiet conversations about things gone wrong. But then it happened to me. Not the decay. Not the withering. The other kind. It began slowly, like...
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Rippleplay
Love doesn’t stop where it starts. It begins with a splash, a single, brave moment, and then moves onward, carrying kindness, joy, and the growing echo of that first encounter, ever expanding, ever deepening. Love is just like a ripple in water. Once the surface breaks and that splash begins, a...
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Estar aquí
(Below English text)Español: Hace más de veinte años que me alejé de la ciudad donde crecí. La vida me llevó lejos, a otros lugares, otras costumbres, otros silencios. Y aunque aquí encontré mi hogar, y me gusta estar donde estoy, a veces una foto, una voz, una llamada, me devuelve, como un…
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Complexity
A bundle of cables sat in a box, tightly tangled and full of knots. At first glance, it looked like a mess that would take forever to fix. Every time I pulled or shook it, the knots tightened, and it seemed even more hopeless. But then I approached it with calm and patience. As I looked at each...
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I hear you
I still hear your stories Carried softly to my ears, Like summer whispers drifting Through the rustling leaves. The birds still sing your songs, Spreading wide across the hills, Filling valleys, touching rivers, With light and sound that lives. The wind still hums your laughter, Weaving echoes...
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Attainable
The seesaw teetered under the weight of love and hate. She sat on one end, he on the other, the air between them thick with things left unsaid. Up. A lingering touch. A whispered apology. The warmth of something that once felt like home. Down. A cruel word. A shattered promise. The weight of all...
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Coming home
The eagle soared high above the valley, its golden eyes scanning the land below. The wind was strong, but its wings knew the currents well. It had spent months away, hunting in distant places, testing itself against storms it once feared. Now, with a branch in its talons, it turned toward the...
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Life's beauty
The world moves in loops, steady and predictable. The tides obey the moon, the seasons circle back in their familiar dance, and the stars return to their appointed places in the night. Yet, just like life, the pattern is never perfect. A wave surged too far, like an unplanned meeting that changed...
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Bouquet of lilies
I received your call, and it surprised me, I had to rush to you. The distance was long, and getting there on time felt almost impossible. My mind raced as I ran, thinking of everything I wanted to say, rehearsing the words over and over. But then, a thought struck me! I couldn’t arrive...
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Fly away
The soft hum of the airport filled the space between them, a quiet symphony of departures and arrivals. Hands clasped tightly, neither wanted to let go, as if the strength of their grip could hold time still. Outside the towering glass windows, planes climbed into the sky, their distant rumble...
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Write me a letter
O fairest damsel, thy visage doth linger in my mind as the morn’s dew upon the leaf. Though mine heart be sworn to this holy quest, it heaveth with the weight of thy absence. Each step I taketh upon this barren path doth stretch the gulf betwixt us, and mine soul doth pine for thy gentle voice…
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Down swing
Life is like a swing hanging from a sturdy tree branch. Some days, you soar high, feeling the joy and freedom as the wind brushes past your face. Other days, you sink low, weighed down by heaviness, wondering if you’ll ever rise again. Emotions are like the unseen hands that push and pull...
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Sunset on the beach
Lying on the soft, sun-warmed sand, you feel the gentle rhythm of the waves as they kiss the shore, their soothing sound a natural lullaby. The salty breeze carries the scent of the ocean, mingling with the warmth of the sun on your skin. In this peaceful haven, the beach feels like an embrace...
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Fairly new to life
We lingered at the café door, clutching notebooks and nerves alike. Inside, a gentle strum of guitar mingled with the low murmur of conversation and the rich aroma of coffee. It was a space brimming with ease, but for us, every step forward felt unsteady, like toddlers daring to walk across an...
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Moving freely
The molecule drifted upward, breaking free from the confines of the droplet. As it rose into the air, it marveled at the vastness around it, each shift and swirl a new discovery. It passed through clouds, watching other molecules stay anchored in familiar formations, content in their stillness.…
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Precognition
The sky stretched endlessly, and the air was light, as if the very act of flying could erase all the weight of the world. Memories surfaced—perfect, fleeting moments—first kisses, late-night laughter, summers that felt infinite. Everything is exactly as it should be. The future seemed clear, a...
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Music is one of my hobbies. I love auditory exploration, crossing and mixing genres, and sharing experiences, stories and, feelings via music.
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