Tuesday, August 11, 2009

80%

Not often that he sat, sat there listening to music while reading, but today, as the narrator received applause for an extemporaneous bow, Timothy matched the resultant social praise with the melodies and lyrics from "Winter Wooksie," the two sensations synthesizing briefly, an uplifting feeling of literary and musical felicity, harmony, the rest of his breakfast forgotten as a lukewarm breeze came in through the window.

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