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He saw twelve cellos once in silent choir, like bathers poised and dripping by the wall to leap beyond a lifeguards beckoning.

The shop was open: RENTAL & REPAIR OF DOUBLE-BASSES, CELLOS, VIO- LINS BY EXPERT. Bows and strings.

One oscillating wave . . . the moving air submerged him in its tide. The full rooms “hummm” refracted, flooding

through the prism of his ear; one tone widened to display all tones. The spectrum of all things

a man could speak and hear rainbowed in his mind and he must kneel: the umber trees with burnt-sienna sheen

reveal their music in a prayer that he can learn and tell in praise that these carved woods will sing.