“I am the rest between two notes/ which always seem to be clashing…”

A flurry of Hindu scatting announces the solo between the two themes. The skylights of the Underground Museum represent the dynamic solo above the soaring rhythm. Water and greenery triumphantly announce the descent into the Museum. A public park breaks the monotony of the sterile medical campus.

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