The neighborhood at 18th and Vine welcomes you with the syncopated rhythm of our uniquely American music. This music floods out of bars and cafes and museums as well as out of concert halls. It floats over the ugly cracks in the unimpressive brick storefronts and covers them like candlelight covers the imperfections in a woman's cheek. It welcomes
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That's it. That's it exactly. ("It" being words around an elusive idea I've been chasing. Or, rather, that's been hunting me.) Exchange Art with Magic or Mysticism, and you've got a nice big trio of either a well-lived or well-missed life.
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Too bad you can't see my grin of complete and utter pleasure!
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