The New Seekers
We were accordions -- free reed aerophones at the least -- clattering eavesdroppers busking for poise and context. Our buttons and keys were polished and our bellies provisioned with beeswax & pine rosin. Contorting and pivoting with the Baroque obedience of an orchestra: we were played.
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