I wish I could include here a recording of the woman who lives across the alley from me practicing her flute. I think she must be practicing for the Rite of Spring, at least something by Stravinsky. It's like being in The Magus. It's all over the place and highly mysterious and jumpy in a riot-inducing kind of way. I love it. It's always been one of my favorite things about my apartment. That and the proximity to the giant color-organized Salvation Army.
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