Just Listen: Chimayo´ Flute

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The flute. In the car, on the table, in the studio. The drop of a hat. It begins. Of course I spring it on him within seconds of entering the house. “I haven’t practiced.” No matter. Everyone caves to the old SX-70. Once the image is made, those in its grasp are powerless.

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