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"Here's my heart, O take and seal it, seal it for thy courts above." (Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, v. 3)
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24 October 2015
"These fights to defend Austin's soul from development have been going on since before the invention of the garage band. Or, as Josh wrote, "For some Austinites, the only satisfactory historical account of the city's weirdness would begin some time before the Paleozoic era, where no doubt the first tattooed multicellular hipster emerged from Barton Springs riding atop a salamander, slowing his ambling gait only to ask for directions to the nearest free concert."