I chewed on A Perfect Day for Bananafish by J. D. Salinger and A Perfect Day for Kangaroos by Murakami Haruki last night like a squirrel’s last chestnut in the deep winter to prepare for this trip. My dream was about German Augmented Sixth Chord pirouetting with cream-colored acrylic plastic Grafton alto saxophone once played by Charlie Parker. At six, thirty-two minutes earlier than usual, I woke up to Ko-Ko,...
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