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26 August 2010. Foggy dawn, off the Oceanside pier. Black-green water, translucent, swirling around the pilings. Creosote and tar. Clumps of mussels at the waterline--breathing with the tide...
As in a song--voice of Cuco Sanchez, late in the night--La Cama de Piedra, guitar of Antonio Bribiesca leading us in, slow, beautiful, filled with evocation. Of a time and a place--hardly known--or not known at all, but somewhere a truth--in the only way a truth can be conveyed--as something brought together in the life, cherished (or feared)--and made whole...
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