COSMIC ECHOES: A HIPPIE'S COPYRIGHT ODYSSEY

The needle of the turntable pulsed, spinning a timeless groove that echoed through my being. My eyes, dilated, drifted to the swirling patterns projected on the ceiling, like dancing lights woven from stardust and copyrightimagination. The music swelled , a sonic current carrying me away on a journey into the heart of awareness. Each note unleashed