So she was there. Playing, poised. The demonstration was brilliant, as he knew it would be.
She looked at him, unblinking, smiling an unambiguous polite smile.
They had a very polite talk. Then she asked: "Would you mind if I..."
She wrote down the address of her hotel, a few blocks away from there.
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Discreet apocalypse: the kayagum player
Posted by Samuel Jamier at 3:21 AM
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