Nothing so absurd as this life of ours
not involving fava or lima beans as those beans are atrocious
Harmonica man, born of an orchard
He played the harmonica above his plate, beans in a muddy sauce, remembering his days playing with Buddy Guy. He controlled the vibrations of air in this room, his canvas. The air which he played spun a melody of traversing a valley. In thoughts and in tune he followed the river therein. The river brought [...]
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