John Chuprevich

Gravel parking lot, rainfall, listen to Meditations on Present Time, hear car wheels roll, footsteps, an umbrella opens, raindrops dripped down from early Spring oak leaves strike the windshield and roof, only then may one's imminent environment join, through the stereo, the reverie of D Bayne's transcendence.

—John Chuprevich,

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