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Love Letter
Water as witness, not postcard.
This is not a love letter to a person. It is to the water that taught New Orleans how to hold contradiction.
Mississippi muscle. Gulf salt at the lip. The city braids both into brass and roux and does not apologize for needing both.
Jazz does not imitate the ocean. It argues with it — syncopation against tide, horn against undertow.
I won’t promise wild and free. Water here takes rent. You pay in memory or you move.
The tide keeps its argument with the brass.
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