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On another note, she took his breath, rich with the rhythms of the ocean, and threw it to her best friend, who was sitting in the concert hall, waiting. A dimming hum brushes against the audience, hidden from the music, the all-too-taken things near the end. The concert begins in half an hour. Inevitably, in the darkness, notes are passed from hand to hand, slip through fingers, inevitably, the last hand holds air. Afterwards, we go to a superb Thai restaurant, with some left, and right, hemisphere regrets. Out front, the lapping ocean the world’s most aligned mountain waiting to be heard. |
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