There it is. The moment of solstice, looking northeast. Winter. Officially. According to scientific principles, instruments -- be they stone, metal or plastic. Some sing, some dance, some tap at keys.
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every log's been slept on
There it is. The moment of solstice, looking northeast. Winter. Officially. According to scientific principles, instruments -- be they stone, metal or plastic. Some sing, some dance, some tap at keys.
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