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We came into the same city, a place given; you my uncle Philip first, me, twenty three years later. I was the round-faced curly-locked little zombie-walker, bumping my way around and between the tree-trunk legs of the other grownups at your 'going away…
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It's no secret, but action. We can't always help the way music makes us feel, but we could also add an instrument of our own making, just being in the room, or under the stars. Whoever the conductor is, he or she seems…
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