Friday May 26, 2006
now playing: Morning call to prayer being blasted over the city
The only sounds of the early morning hours. An incessant, hypnotic phrase led by the call of stately metallic snaps, answered by a rapid succession of raspy staccato clicks; a quiet harmony of reclaimed droplets whispering against thousands of light Bermuda reeds - the only accompaniment.
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