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Brah-rillas in the mist

The pool is a redneck-voice string quartet. The grumbling overlaps and shouted crescendos of beer- and sun-thickened male voices. Dynamics, people. It’s exquisite. And amid the greater life-force of symphonic harmony, a few melodic phrases, if you will, make themselves … Continue reading

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