start again.

[_pepper]

Once up a time, not so long ago, the children of the revolution looked up into the sky. And there, hovering amid a boulevard of stars, was a vision of the future as strange and dazzling as any dream. What they saw that night no one can ever say. But what they hear can still be heard today.

So close your eyes. Take a little trip. And boogaloo a rhapsody divine..