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Saturday, March 29, 2008

Searching Words, Sinking Music or To The End, My Dear

Smitten sounds ridiculous. But it also sounds right. 

A dance party was just what i needed.

Indian music. Vegetable Napoleons. Rite Of Spring.
I missed a witty joke in there somewhere.
Maybe "besotted" is a better word.

Posted by mchapm at 3:48 AM
Labels: Stravinsky

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