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A Tune Slips Away

A Tune Slips Away

The hoot of a flute drifts by, carried by a summer breeze. A female two-part harmony follows. Before I can take in those sounds, I hear a sparkling sitar. Was t

Cut To Fly

Cut To Fly

Black My fingers weave through the mess of my hair, smoothening the strands and arguing with the tangles. Poking against the knots until slowly and silently, th

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