This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
pianist Jacob Maxin
I'd never heard of Mr. Maxin. Reading this had an unusual effect on me. A haunting image of a life emerged. As if he was a kind of living poem.
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