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The tuning can only happen if you furrow
then unfreeze your face, expose your
knowledge, spilling a full bowl into the room
where everyone sits so quietly, swallowing
all elbows easy, touching, shoulders knowing
as we receive the music in his preparation







Read a questioning child’s face / And say it’s not a testament - Peter Mayer

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