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MILES D.

Can't tell where man

ends and horn

begins. All one big

curve, one slick

treble clef. Speaking

out through brass lips,

so loud you don't

just hear, you listen.

Heart and spine tuned

to B-flat as long

as this smoke-in-the-alley

tale goes on.

Merlin, Cagliostro:

what do they know?

This is the real spell,

doll. The kind that never--

not even when the wizard

is cold himself and

gone--no, never breaks. Thomas R. Keith lives in Austin, TX. His work is inspired by jazz, visual art, and film noir.

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