The seeds were planted and the tree was abundant with flowers, but the springtime was over one day, and the leaves fell to the ground and there it was, all that remained. There is an inevitability in the cycle of our existence. All that lives must decay and cease to exist with time. Maybe because of our own mortality we remain in the paradigm of the circle. Or maybe it is the order of the universe. A clue to guide our understanding of things. 

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Traces, was one of the first tracks to be written on this album. It was written at a time of great sorrow. It was the ominous beginning of the ending. It was eternal, it would never die, yet it was gone. Much like the flowers which hold seed, fragnance and sweetness only taken away and turned into empty shells that remain. 

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This song is dedicated to a very special person.