Savannah Portillo Heap

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In the beginning, from somewhere south of anywhere I come from, lips pressed the edge of a horn, and a horn was blown. In the beginning before the beginning, there were drums, and hymns, and a people carried here from another here, and a language stripped and a new one learned, with the songs to go with it.
Go Ahead in the Rain: Notes to A Tribe Called Quest (American Music Series)
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