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By chris Date: 2009 Jan 26 Comment on this Work [[2009.01.26.22.59.29590]] |
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Your voice at midnight trailing off into sleep sounds better to me than the best music - delicate murmurs like a lost Schubert sonata, like the harmonics of the deep ocean where the cold current rolls off the continental shelf, like all my best memories, all my best dreams - warm as the Gulf Stream, intoxicating as mint juleps in July, your face a sweet summer daydream made real in an instant. |