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” “It is very hard to explain,” he answered. Even now, my problems begin to catch up with me; they will discover me soon. He saw rifts in clouds—sunshine. ’ ‘That is not your affair. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. You came to see me in the hospital.
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