Her glissandi spoke of heaven and hell and all that lay in between. Such music from such a woman could only… — Kurt Vonnegut
Her glissandi spoke of heaven and hell and all that lay in between. Such music from such a woman could only be the case of schizophrenia or demonic possession.
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