And so, just like that, the wind enters again. Called back. Newness and oldness, folded into each other. Belly snatch. Bodyguard and dogsbody. Livebody filled with talk and poise and eyes and floss purchases. Timing is a bitch. Music helps though.
Songs from years your ears missed. Seasoned tempos. Recordings, for the purpose of replay, carved into round wax: found, spun, shelved, picked up again, by another, spun again, by another, then stored again, by another. Time displaced. Groove love.
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