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3 December 2008. Fog again, bridges veiled... Freighters hidden in the mist, their mournful horns...
Odetta, no more. Her wall of sound--entirely from within, stately and at home... a manger after the harvest, pouring forth...
We bow again, the distance--lost...
Friends.
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