These hours of the month, of the night and dawn, it's only me and Mr. Christ whos' up and about, prying and creeping into edges and places where Cannonball Adderley and the Rev. Coltrane only went in their own heyday.That, then, is why I said, "Stay: stay! Time will not repent or be bothered."And so, relinquishing our hold on the ________, parting ways and saving the bombardier, we tuned our voices to the trees and made music out of the collective lamentation that echoed.
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