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we drove late afternoon over the ***** Rhein, the sky fake with orange, to Bonn, to a house of cool, emplty rooms, white with words, dark with chords, to an elegant Hammerflügel; for my father the end of a journey, but the start of the sublime.
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
Beethoven-Haus
we drove late afternoon over the ***** Rhein, the sky fake with orange, to Bonn, to a house of cool, emplty rooms, white with words, dark with chords, to an elegant Hammerflügel; for my father the end of a journey, but the start of the sublime.
for A.F. Philibert
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Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
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