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Far better than the sun that shines each day in California where I've fallen for its food and wines idyllically in western air is Mozart whom the radio plays before I sleep and when I wake, a flourish for the fleeting days that moves my heart and makes it quake as surely as the shaken earth when off the Richter scale, with sound that makes me feel that life is worth the risk of faults beneath the ground.
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| © Gershon Hepner
8/21/98
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