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“Everything is
moving, thrumming,
getting somewhere
mysteriously in the
music of JelloSlave,
where it's not so much
love's fingers you feel
but the tendons
of the groin and a
great bridge lifting
or lowering, its
reflection turning
to something else in
the cloudy rapid river.”
— Lightsey Darst
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