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Thursday, June 27, 2024

CHERYL SNELL: On a Fifty Year Old Recording, I Hear My Brother Sing

It was a pure voice, sweet and musical. I heard the choirboy in it, the sound a flock of birds shimmering along the length of his throat. He was always singing about love. Would he have done that if he’d known how soon it fades, or how quietly it dies?

Cheryl Snell writes stories with at least a grain of truth in them.

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