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Jan 2017
we drove late afternoon
                 over the ***** Rhein,
                 the sky fake with orange,

to Bonn : to a house of cool empty rooms,
                 white with words, dark with chords,
                 to an elegant HammerflΓΌgel ;

for my father the end of a journey,
                 but the start of the sublime
for A.F. Philibert
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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   Jonathan Witte
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