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damn...it did not occur to me that you and mister jazz could be several hundred feet above where i was standing. too limited in my thinking at times i am.
'tis a shame that the upconnect fizzled at such close quarters.
i had very little time, tho....
glad to see that an event took shape regardless.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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