Tuesday, May 06, 2003

I tuned my mandolin, plucking deseprately, trying to eke music. Turns out I didn't have to make the effort after all. It played on its own. A little old, a little rusty, forgotten tunes, unsyncopated rhythm..music nevertheless.

And thus we polish the instruments of our valour. Through time and legend. And memory and abyss. Riding into what must be.

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