ON BACH'S FUGUE TIMING
Little to say but gratuitous babble. I admit to
knowing little about it all. The Henson girl
comes in from outside - I've known her now
for years. She wears it well, every little bit.
A real charmer. Waving hello, she passes me
by, and throws me an orange from the top
of her grocery back. I catch it,
and cheer myself on.
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