Tabriz in Winter: A Drummer's Cold Beat

so here i am in tabriz, iran, freezing my ass off but somehow still loving it. the numbers 113491 and 1364488107? no idea what they mean-maybe my drummer brain just hears a weird rhythm in them. but the weather? yeah, that's real. temp's hovering around 3°c, feels like 0.6°c, and the humidity's at 90%. basically, it's damp and cold enough to make your bones ache if you're out too long. i just checked and it's...there right now, hope you like that kind of thing.

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