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acceptance of the present | acceptance of the present

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I needed Bach tonight. I sought him out, rooted through the stack of CD's to find him, vowed I could not proceed without him. My heart yearned for his soothing, his lilt and poignant ways, his touching of my soul. I found him in-between Miles Davis and Jackson Browne and popped him into the player...