!Yaru Mavoc!
...he yelled from the mountaintop, and then begun to descend, his pantaloons a khaki shroud upon the very tops of his head."Book of Tset Tsiu, pp. 45-47. So it was written and so it shall, forevermore, be....
It was a brilliant, balmy summer weekend in the swamp near the intersection of the Anacostia and Potomac Rivers. The bottom was foggy and the air was thick with reunion.
And we made sweet, raucus, explosive, wailing music.
What can you do now, at this late stage, to be a part of that day?
Open your ears and listen.
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