seem to've lost my voice

[fflo]

my voice here, that is. or haven't recovered my wind. or just it's all too much.

so here's bach.

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btw, love the bach. he's good at the stuff that this one was good at too:

After great pain a formal feeling comes—
The nerves sit ceremonious like tombs—
The stiff Heart questions—was it He that bore?
And yesterday—or centuries before?

The feet mechanical
Go round a wooden way
Of ground or air or Ought, regardless grown,
A quartz contentment like a stone.

This is the hour of lead
Remembered if outlived,
As freezing persons recollect the snow—
First chill, then stupor, then the letting go.

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:}

Ever think about how we just know the woman in the room with all the dashes knew some stuff, even though and (is it?) maybe because she was in the room? I think we think we know it cuz of the stuff she had there with the dashes, but then consider this: it doesn't surprise us at all to find out about the room, and her being there in it.

It's a hard job, but maybe, as you say, someone's gotta do it.