The prospect of writing anything at all seems unusually daunting this evening. Here, everything comes so rapidly, no time to breathe, it hits so hard I loose my breath. It’s true, it seems I can never take a breath deep enough to satisfy me, the air goes someplace but the breath is void and the oxygen lost. This is both metaphorical and
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it was about the music of brasil, a traditional form called choro, i believe, a documentary. quite nice.
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