December 2011
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Carson McCullers
Then the music started. Mick raised her head and her fist went up to her throat….She could not listen good enough to hear it all. The music boiled inside her. Which? To hang onto certain wonderful parts and think them over so that later she would not forget - or should she let go and listen to each part that came without thinking or trying to remember? Golly! The whole world was this...