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Klengel Composing His “Hymnus for Twelve Cellos”
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...
Ritenuto: With My Daughter at the Lake
The Falls Road northern light was fading gray: a sudden snowfall swept us eastward like a curtain rising at the driveway to the lake. I stopped my car beside...
