Jul 12, 2012

The God-King of Sausalito

Look at that wall of unplayed cellos, stacked ceiling high with 15 years of dust on them. We could use some firewood.

“Let's start an orchestra,” Peony murmurs.
“Or melt the strings and…” I stop myself. “That’d be useless.”

The wind searches the empty streets.

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Have I mentioned that I was interviewed by Daniel Swensen the other day?

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