that brought me here. Some kind of singing, a yowled pentatonic melody, and the flocking of untethered bit-crunched masses to a howling youth. It wasn't unexpected, my life was full of unwashed feelings at the time, glittering ponies placed perfunctorily before me, or snakes, or cameras - but still : piquant. Maybe just one, too, and elusive, too,
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