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love in A#
“what the hell was that?” i ask eric. it’s 10:30 at night and we’re making our way towards the bay bridge heading into san francisco. we were, up until two seconds ago, sitting in complete silence....
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On a cold Friday morning in January, a young violinist entered the Washington DC metro station during rush hour and, with barely anyone noticing, chose a wall to lean against, pulled his violin out of...
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