0:00, Aligning Mind ft. Kristin Callahan , In the Wake of Forever, N/A, N/A, 7:20, All India Radio , Wake in Waco , (2011 Remix), N/A, , 11:01, Wax Poetic, Angels feat. Norah Jones, Thievery Corporation Remi Ultra 15:33, Rhye , Open, N/A, N/A, 19:05, Joan Armatrading , Love and Affection, N/A, N/A, 23:16, Tom Urleena , She's Gone, N/A, N/A, , 27:14, Landegaard, Demon, Original Mi Pulver Records 31:51, User's Atmosphere , Share Your Dreams, N/A, N/A, , 40:28, Benji Boko, Kudos, Original Mi Wax On Records Ltd., , 45:28, Chris Coco, Heavy Mellow, Original Mix-essence edit, Distinctive Records, , 47:56, Moon De Lounge, Le Mere Se Calme, Origin...
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Maybe love, or our celebration of it within the context of Valentine's Day, is like body surfing some huge ocean waves.... You struggle out from shore, working against the fierceness of the surf, hoping to keep from going under. You succeed in catching a wave, and maybe, just maybe, it's the perfect wave ... or at least, that's how you'll remember it in the future. You catch this wave, you ride it in, in fact, it's the ride of your life and, remarkably, you don't drown, you make it to shore, completely, happily spent.
Postlove is you, after your monumental push to make this thing happen, lying in the stream of experience and letting it wash over you ... there on the sand, the short foaming wavelets curling around you as you catch your breath, taking a quick inventory, and, though you may be tender, you find no bones broken.
Postlove. It's you, soaked in the sensation, alive to tell the tale.