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A noted writer and friend whom I respect surprised me with a slightly profane illusion in an email. To quote him directly: "for most of April I'll be bouncing around like a fart in a bottle."

I see no beginning nor ending, except in lives soon to be born and those lost. Chopin lives on long after his Prelude in E minor Opus 28.

Any insight would be appreciated.

Prelude no4 in E minor op28 ~ Chopin

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