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daddylabyrinth: a digital lyric memoir

Steven Wingate, Author

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OCTET IN PRAISE OF MY SAXOPHONE

Continuing along the beatnik/sax line of thinking, I suppose. Am I a walking cliche? A discarded character from an abandoned Kerouac novel? Maybe my father is, too. If I keep walking through that novel, maybe I'll see him sometime. 


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