"He was perfect, was how she'd put it to herself. And then that clear-eyed, calm-faced boy would shine forth from Red's sags and wrinkles, from his cru...
He honestly believed, for an instant, that what he'd heard was music-a tune piped, a burble of notes, a little scrap of melody floating by on wind and breaking his heart.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
He honestly believed, for an instant, that what he'd heard was music-a tune piped, a burble of notes...
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