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A minute, then, if that is all it takes before me to run along the violin strung up against the heaving ceiling and what if it were - all it took a note or two from the past to call up a gigantic shockwave see it all momentarily - that one elated spannungsbogen frozen -- the edge of elasticity of muscles, the universe is stretching like a sated cat, to only-just collapse -- and who is to say that it didn't? aurora borealis, then, why not throw up your hands in ancient ardour and beg salvation? |