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The player in the corner is as dusty as I ever remember anything in mom's apartment. The beam of sunlight is picking up the dust motes and making them seem more important and powerful and beautiful than they are.
My old 45s. "Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Crafts," "Don't Cry For Me, Argentina," "My Ding-a-ling," for heaven's sake.
The player in the corner is as dusty as I ever remember anything in mom's apartment. The beam of sunlight is picking up the dust motes and making them seem more important and powerful and beautiful than they are.
My old 45s. "Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Crafts," "Don't Cry For Me, Argentina," "My Ding-a-ling," for heaven's sake.