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April 16, 2012


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Interesting. I'm poking it, trying to think whether I understand his feeling. I am such a keeper. He feels no guilt, and seems not to anthropomorphize. Not much like me. Decades. Why would he have kept playing it all that time if it had caged him, pinched in his shoulders? Does heavenly music exclude tuba, I wonder? Or is it all some kind of metaphor. I have to assume that anyone named Olga would have to be writing in metaphor.

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