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meeting his deadline, bach conducts from the organ. the rest is old news.
meeting his deadline, bach conducts from the organ. the rest is old news.
this is where we find ourselves: broken reeds gather at the high tide line.
spring night, searching for the full moon… a meteor! then two! sweet failure!
the taste of spring rain is enough to remind me to keep it simple.
lungfuls of sweet jasmine… disaster, averted at every turn—how long? above a single moth-hum, the full moon: resplendent through the clouds.