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BACH: PARTITA by Ken Samberg New York, USA

Autumn: the sky gray, raindrop streaking the window pane a gull crossing the sky (Janet, in the shadow of the room, says, Make love to me. I stand up, draw the shade ...) No. I don't stand up and draw the shade; Janet is not in the room. The gray of the sky darkens as evening approached and the partita, insistent, draws to a close ...

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