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When Coltrane Met the Blues

I eased up from the sofa and went out for a smoke.
There’s something about smoking in the winter that makes it better. Just you and your little coal against the cold world. It’s more private, and more personal. The latch clicked easily behind me as the door caught, and I’m looking out into the blue half-light.

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