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|  THE ORCHESTRA THAT WOULD BE A TRAIN

 
  Squeal of rust on ribbons of steel: violins shriek, Cardiac arrest! Double basses wrestle bassoons in a stomp of woolly mammoths. Cellos unravel their sounds like leather grips from old golf clubs, strips tousle to the floor. Trumpets bleat out in i


from The Wind is a Tall Man Striding
watershedBooks
2000
Copyright © Jim Slominski