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Korossol

July 29, 2021

Zou can hear a song coming from the house or apartment next door. Who's playing it-or who do you imagine is playing it? What words can you make out? What can't you hear? What is it about this song that won't let you go?

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Warmth. That's what I feel the most. My eyes are closed but I know somehow that there's sunlight everywhere. I'm not hearing anyone. I don't think that I am alone though. Who cares? I feel good.
I know this song. Everyone knows it. I don't remember its title right now but everyone has sang it at least once.
I know who's playing. My father has guitars on his wall but rarely use them. Only when he's alone does he play. It's sad. He plays very well.
What does he play? I should know...
But I feel so good, I can't even open my eyes...
Come on, brain; it's the melody of summer, the melody of light and of indefinite love. It talks about peace and jealous gods; it's sad and beautiful. Everyone loves it.
I'm humming the song along with the guitar. Something about Heaven; something about people. A childhood 's song - and now Marley's "Song of Revolution" comes to me. No!
The guitar move away from me, its weak chords weeping. I'm crying too. "Stay!" I want to say. "Don't leave me!"
But it's too late. I wake up and remember that I haven't see my father in years. Never again will I hear him play the guitar.
But as I'm crying, I smile. "Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do; Nothing to kill or die for, and no religion too."
It's still beautiful.

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Warmth.

That's what I feel the most.

My eyes are closed but I know, somehow, that there's sunlight everywhere.

I~~'m no~~ don't hear~~ing~~ anyone.

I don't think that I am alone though.

Who cares?

I feel good.

I know this song.

Everyone knows it.

I don't remember its title right now but everyone has sang it at least once.

I know who's playing.

My father has guitars on his wall but rarely uses them.

Only when he's alone does he play.

It's sad.

He plays very well.

What does he play?

I should know...

But I feel so good, I can't even open my eyes...

Come on, brain; it's the melody of summer, the melody of light and of indefinite love.

It talks about peace and jealous gods; it's sad and beautiful.

Everyone loves it.

I'm humming the song along with the guitar.

Something about Heaven; something about people.

A childhood 's song - and now Marley's "Song of Revolution" comes to me.

No!

The guitar move away from me, its weak chords weeping.

I'm crying too.

"Stay!"

I want to say.

"Don't leave me!

But it's too late.

I wake up and remember that I haven't seen my father in years.

Never again will I hear him play the guitar.

But as I'm crying, I smile.

"Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do; Nothing to kill or die for, and no religion too.

It's still beautiful.

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Warmth.