| old piano @ Photographer Tanya Clark |
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| strange how it plays, unthwarted remembering notes tickle the ear tasting the wind, under the skin as some ancient ancient harmony falls off clumsy misfit keys like a troop of tropes cast down the line revealing some shared story with itty bitty itty bitties always new, always true splitting crazy moments void of time marking the heart, into the mind where shadows dance diligently down the night gathering ages into one room neither here nor there where small details of real life reverberate prayers against the rhythm patterned from the timeless time to come infusing every word between every letter, missing none even then, even now primeval soulprints run through it coloring all awareness, calling from this secret place dropping a mystical mansion where giggling dybbuks joyously play a mystery tune truly true |
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| (C) Liorah Chanah Elishaba Tsabrah |
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