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22 soFt rock Drowning in it: the idea. Just the idea. A foamy, squishable rock. A rock you can condense. Like love. Like a voice. A soft rock under your head. The song comes on the radio, the one you’ve been waiting for without knowing it. It’s the truest song ever written. You want to put your head in it forever. The softness of the rock comforts you as you drive round the last curve. ...

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